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[Intro]
(Ellis)

[Chorus: Guapo]
Yeah, Lil' Guap be kickin' shit like Judo
All my bitches fly as fuck, I put poochie on my poodles
They can't make no more excuses
Yeah, know my range goin' up, [?], hoes is Pluto

[Verse 1: Guapo]
Uh, hood nigga, [?] block, he cook some noodles
Niggas, they be rats, they the type to point at doodles
Bitch, I'm gettin' them racks, you can look me up on Google
Uh, [?] lost his top, trust me, promise he gon' shoot you
Uh, my old bitch say she hate me, I hope she know feeling's mutual
Spanish bitch drop the top, and she throw that ass 'bout anything
I'm on that [?] Texas, [?]
Yeah, got some Mexicans trappin' [?], I'll keep them boys on payroll
Yеah, bands'll make her dance, and racks makе her do what I say do
Bitch claim to cut me off, I'm tryna figure out, when did I date you?
Uh, bitch got on my nerves, I can't even lie now, bitch, I hate you
That simp shit for the birds, [?]
A broke bitch, that shit right there [?] make me [?]
Me and Six was pullin' scams, we had ran it up off regions
'Fore I pour up out the pint, always say my pledge of allegiance
To the United States of drank sippers all across the region
I got better hair than some of my bitches, 'cause my daddy, he Belizean
Don't go tit-for-tat with no ho, but if she fuck, then I'm gettin' even
All I know is chase that pape', don't chase no ho, 'til I'm not breathin'
Yeah, niggas pillow talk, to these hoes, that be the reason
Nigga'll get knocked off and have his whole family grievin'
All the same niggas pourin' drank and [?] sippin'
Me and [?] fifty [?] I had even heard of Quagen
Trickin' off on these hoes, don't even know 'cause I had 'em naked
[Pre-Chorus: Guapo]
Yeah, ain't doin' no pump fakin'
Yeah, niggas ain't on Lil Guap', but I ball out like cancer patients

[Chorus: Guapo]
Yeah, Lil' Guap be kickin' shit like Judo
All my bitches fly as fuck, I put poochie on my poodles
They can't make no more excuses
Yeah, know my range goin' up, [?], hoes is Pluto

[Verse 2: Skrilla]
I might pull up, skirt up, high beams on the highway, take I-95
Tesla Model X, electric side, I took it for a glide
Ricky drip the best, Balenciaga for the lemon slides
Fuck a Rolex iced out diamond watch, I Percocet my time
Duffel bag boy like I'm Weezy, Gucci man, ice freezy, brrr
Fuckin' with that, hah, coke boy, feelin' like I'm Jeezy
Super trim, I'm super him, I pull up supercharged
V8 Cadillac engine a tank, ARPs in the car
Louis V, Lo-Louis V, I feel just like Bernard Arnault
Cut the tracker off the whip, the owner can't even get the lo'
Carbon fiber on the whip, I'm tryna see how fast it go
Shooter ridin' wit' a tank, look like a fuckin' G.I. Joe
Got Bottega on, I sell my [?] on the low
You need a stick of dog, I got a brick of dog, I'll make it snow
Japanese fabrics, rockin' South2 West in Hollywood
MIA wit' ARP and dolo, I know that I'm good
(Yeah, it's me)
[Pre-Chorus: Guapo]
Yeah, ain't doin' no pump fakin'
Yeah, niggas ain't on Lil Guap', but I ball out like cancer patients

[Chorus: Guapo]
Yeah, Lil' Guap be kickin' shit like Judo
All my bitches fly as fuck, I put poochie on my poodles
They can't make no more excuses
Yeah, know my range goin' up, [?], hoes is Pluto