Lyrics

Nigga turn up, it's Guwop
Trap house (thugger) bunkin', trap house mansion
Yeah, right on flat shoals exit nigga (and Bleveland)
Uh, turn up (we got London on the track)

I'm pourin' fours in shit, I need to just put a deuce in (drank)
Car cost four-hundred thou', and I put a roof in
My nigga pot cook it so good, he put his shoe in it
Nigga, it's a gangster party, why the fuck is you in it? (Nigga)

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Head buster microwave shit, didn't take him two minutes (gangster P)
You know that there's some straps in the club, they let my crew in (squad)
I might just do the Michael Vick, man, and cook it left hand (whoo)
If you ain't talkin' 'bout buyin' grams, then I'm a deaf man

I can make the dope do numbers, the Stacey Augmon
I told my bitch to dye her hair red like Dennis Rodman (yeah)
If Gucci Mane got so much money, then why he's robbin'? (Whoa)
We thirty deep, we cover the street, nigga, we're mobbin' (yeah)

(It's Guwop) again, thugger and Guwop again (whoa-whoa)
Chasin' that Guwop again (chasin') that's my lil' whoa again
We're chasin' that money, baby, again (yeah)
We're fuckin' your homies, baby, again (uh)
Pay if you owe me, baby, go and show me, baby (yeah, yeah)
Pull up and pour it (yeah) I'ma go gold and you know it
I got gold on my Rollies (whoo) and I'm real right like a poet
I look like a dope hole, I know it (whoo) I know I'ma win it like Floyd (whoo)
I became an important lil' boy (whoo) money long like a sock with some shorts

My bitch white and she brown like a port, edumacation abort
Bookin' these dorks, I jumped off the porch and went north
Whipped you some dope up, the narcotics (yeah) YSL hard body
I got 'bout twenty chickens in the lobby, baby, ride it, ride it, Kawasaki, 'saki (whoa)

I don't speak English (nah) I fuck that mouth on the secret
I'm the big homie, I'm leakin', stick to the streets like I'm cement
I don't need no change, you can keep it (uh-uh) I don't want your verse on my remix
No panties, she's my secret, got a hundred bands on me, I'm cheesin' (whoo)
Did a sequel, lookin' down like an eagle

(It's Guwop), again thugger and Guwop again (whoa)
Chasin' that Guwop again, that's my lil' whoa again
We're chasin' that money, baby (again)
We're fuckin' your homies, baby (again)
Pay if you owe me, baby, go and show me, baby (yeah, yeah)
Pull up and pour it I'ma go gold, and you know it (go)
I got gold on my Rollies (whoa) and I'm real right like a poet
I look like a dope hole, I know it (whoo-whoo) I know I'ma win it like Floyd (I'm winnin')
I became an important lil' boy (became) money long like a sock with some shorts (whoo, whoo)

Whippin' that bitch, snobby, she whip out that dick, she's suckin' him
Ay, she's fuckin' him, damn
Sittin' up, hands hold her knees like a bucket
Turn up, yeah, yeah

Writer(s): Ray Romulus, Rodney Jerkins, Jonathan James Yip, Peter Gene Hernandez, Jeremy L. Reeves, Philip Martin Lawrence Ii

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