slave2daguap!
(I fucking hate it he-)
(Yuh, yuh)
Bitch I'm a slave to the guap
(Cmon!)
And yo bitch do what I say give me top
I don't give a fuck imma spray at the opps
I don't give no fuck imma spray at the cops
And you my son I adopt
Choppa a editor crop at his top
Choppa a editor
My choppa aim at yo kids it's a predator
She tryna suck on my dick
Im not letting her
Where the comp, nigga ain't no competitors
Where the comp? Nigga this shit light
Run up on me you fight for your life
Put the beam on the chop make it bright
If he lack then we send him to hell
Red or blue beam on the chop, think it's twelve
He tried to run from the chop, then he fell
Bitch I'm a slave to the guap
(Cmon!)
And yo bitch do what I say give me top
I don't give a fuck imma spray at the opps
I don't give no fuck imma spray at the cops
(Cmon, cmon!)
And you my son I adopt
Choppa a editor crop at his top
Choppa a editor
My choppa aim at yo kids it's a predator
She tryna suck on my dick
Im not letting her
Where the comp, nigga ain't no competitors
Where the comp? Nigga this shit light
Run up on me you fight for your life
Put the beam on the chop make it bright
If he lack then we send him to hell
Red or blue beam on the chop, think it's twelve
He tried to run from the chop, then he fell
(Yuh, yuh)
Bitch I'm a slave to the guap
(Cmon!)
And yo bitch do what I say give me top
I don't give a fuck imma spray at the opps
I don't give no fuck imma spray at the cops
And you my son I adopt
Choppa a editor crop at his top
Choppa a editor
My choppa aim at yo kids it's a predator
She tryna suck on my dick
Im not letting her
Where the comp, nigga ain't no competitors
Where the comp? Nigga this shit light
Run up on me you fight for your life
Put the beam on the chop make it bright
If he lack then we send him to hell
Red or blue beam on the chop, think it's twelve
He tried to run from the chop, then he fell
Bitch I'm a slave to the guap
(Cmon!)
And yo bitch do what I say give me top
I don't give a fuck imma spray at the opps
I don't give no fuck imma spray at the cops
(Cmon, cmon!)
And you my son I adopt
Choppa a editor crop at his top
Choppa a editor
My choppa aim at yo kids it's a predator
She tryna suck on my dick
Im not letting her
Where the comp, nigga ain't no competitors
Where the comp? Nigga this shit light
Run up on me you fight for your life
Put the beam on the chop make it bright
If he lack then we send him to hell
Red or blue beam on the chop, think it's twelve
He tried to run from the chop, then he fell
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