Get That Guap (feat. Trick Youngin)
(We gon' get that guap that's fosho)
(Ah)
(Ah, ah, ah)
(TY, Squeezy)
Don't care what a hater say I see 'em later aye
Smokin' a joint with the gatorade
Talkin' on Tricky boy I got a K to spray, slide with a shot then I fade away
I feel like I'm PxlMz tell 'em Stay Away
I'm gettin paid today, love me the guap it's a great escape
Drop a lil bag, hit the stu, then I break the bank
Drank the whole 8 away (Ah, ah)
We gon' get that guap, that's fosho (Yuh, yah)
We gon' get that guap, that's fosho (Yuh, yah, nah)
We gon' get that guap, that's fosho (It's JTF)
We gon' get that guap, that's fosho (Ah)
And I stay totin' this big bitch, talkin' on Squeezy we gettin' his wig split
Get locked on my soul I won't say shit, I'm in the back of the V, let it rain bitch
I'm so true to this shit like I can't switch
I'm so true to the game how I'ma change bitch
It's been some years now better yet hah, I'm still the number one hated
Let his ass walk down yea with that fye, shorty done got his ass baited
I ain't ever claim on that gang shit, over GG you know I'ma bang quick
Since a kid I been totin' that big stick, try to slide but I bet we gon' flip whip
It's so simple I'm tryna explain, run down you know that we uppin' them big sticks
We gon' get that guap, that's fosho (Uh, hah)
We gon' get that guap, that's fosho (Uh, hah)
We gon' get that guap, that's fosho (That's fosho)
We gon' get that guap, that's fosho (Ah)
(Bitch)
We get that guap thats fosho
Know we stay on the road in a Honda Accord
I got Ray with me, talkin' on bro boy don't play with me
I'll go and spray at 'em, blow with the chrome
Go and choke on the pole
I get the bag it's so heavy, I carry it drags on the floor
And I'm rappin' for bro and I rap for my moms
And I rap for the shows bro you already know
And she ridin' real wild, how rodeo goes
And they lovin' the kid, blow up Romeo's phone
Shit I'm thinkin' you right, til you show me you wrong
If you weight to get lifted you goin' up strong
Out the passenger side, know my demons gon' ride
I pop out and they hide but they lovin' my songs
I load up all the fye, all these bodies like flies
How they droppin' and cryin' shit the sun out and all
We gon' get that guap, that's fosho (Yuh, yah)
We gon' get that guap, that's fosho (Yuh, yah, nah)
We gon' get that guap, that's fosho (It's JTF)
We gon' get that guap, that's fosho (Ah)
We gon' get that guap, that's fosho (Yuh, yah)
We gon' get that guap, that's fosho (Yuh, yah, nah)
We gon' get that guap, that's fosho (It's JTF)
We gon' get that guap, that's fosho (Ah)
(Ah)
(Ah, ah, ah)
(TY, Squeezy)
Don't care what a hater say I see 'em later aye
Smokin' a joint with the gatorade
Talkin' on Tricky boy I got a K to spray, slide with a shot then I fade away
I feel like I'm PxlMz tell 'em Stay Away
I'm gettin paid today, love me the guap it's a great escape
Drop a lil bag, hit the stu, then I break the bank
Drank the whole 8 away (Ah, ah)
We gon' get that guap, that's fosho (Yuh, yah)
We gon' get that guap, that's fosho (Yuh, yah, nah)
We gon' get that guap, that's fosho (It's JTF)
We gon' get that guap, that's fosho (Ah)
And I stay totin' this big bitch, talkin' on Squeezy we gettin' his wig split
Get locked on my soul I won't say shit, I'm in the back of the V, let it rain bitch
I'm so true to this shit like I can't switch
I'm so true to the game how I'ma change bitch
It's been some years now better yet hah, I'm still the number one hated
Let his ass walk down yea with that fye, shorty done got his ass baited
I ain't ever claim on that gang shit, over GG you know I'ma bang quick
Since a kid I been totin' that big stick, try to slide but I bet we gon' flip whip
It's so simple I'm tryna explain, run down you know that we uppin' them big sticks
We gon' get that guap, that's fosho (Uh, hah)
We gon' get that guap, that's fosho (Uh, hah)
We gon' get that guap, that's fosho (That's fosho)
We gon' get that guap, that's fosho (Ah)
(Bitch)
We get that guap thats fosho
Know we stay on the road in a Honda Accord
I got Ray with me, talkin' on bro boy don't play with me
I'll go and spray at 'em, blow with the chrome
Go and choke on the pole
I get the bag it's so heavy, I carry it drags on the floor
And I'm rappin' for bro and I rap for my moms
And I rap for the shows bro you already know
And she ridin' real wild, how rodeo goes
And they lovin' the kid, blow up Romeo's phone
Shit I'm thinkin' you right, til you show me you wrong
If you weight to get lifted you goin' up strong
Out the passenger side, know my demons gon' ride
I pop out and they hide but they lovin' my songs
I load up all the fye, all these bodies like flies
How they droppin' and cryin' shit the sun out and all
We gon' get that guap, that's fosho (Yuh, yah)
We gon' get that guap, that's fosho (Yuh, yah, nah)
We gon' get that guap, that's fosho (It's JTF)
We gon' get that guap, that's fosho (Ah)
We gon' get that guap, that's fosho (Yuh, yah)
We gon' get that guap, that's fosho (Yuh, yah, nah)
We gon' get that guap, that's fosho (It's JTF)
We gon' get that guap, that's fosho (Ah)
Credits
Writer(s): Aiden Burke
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