Guap Lyrics

I got tracer rounds in my Glock

I just might face a pound of the pot

Pull up to the space around where you plot

Then the Glock 'boutta place a round in your top

Bitch I be ballin a rack on my feet

Look at my eyes haven't slept in a week

Me and the gang bring Iraq to your street

With a Drac' and chop leave yo flock all deceased

I do not fuck with you niggas

I said that already but fuck you I'll say it again

I just might pull up and shoot at yo family right before popping a Xan

I got a Glock with a switch my accountant she countin' the Guap got a mountain of cash cuz I'm rich

I might hop in a foreign her race ain't important still fuck on a foreign bitch

Fuck all you niggas you horse shit

I'm not giving you niggas a warning

Multiple bitches I'm Mormon

Turn yo kid to an orphan

(Fuck all you niggas you horse shit

I'm not giving you niggas a warning

Multiple bitches I'm Mormon

Turn yo kid to an orphan)

Kill a motherfucker for the way they act

Eyes low snort a 30 in my Pontiac

Got a dime in my lap while I grip the mac

Fuck a fake friend imma turn him to a pack