Paroles de Guap 2
$upreme, you're a bitchWe bringin' smoke to yo' home (Paow)
That boy standin' still like a gnome (Ayy, tsaha)
My bitch countin' racks (Pew), I hit from the back (Pew)
She leaves smellin' like my cologne (Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy)
Get money and stacks, and that's facts (Yeah)
Got a new bitch, she bad (Ayy, sheesh)
I'm in a new whip, it's a Jag' (Skrrt, skrrt)
And I fuck with no opps, and we hit 'em like tag (Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy)
We bringin' smoke to yo' home (Paow)
That boy standin' still like a gnome (Tsaha)
My bitch countin' racks (Pew), I hit from the back (Pew)
She leaves smellin' like my cologne (Yеah)
Get money and stacks, and that's facts (Yeah)
Got a nеw bitch, she bad (Sheesh)
I'm in a new whip, it's a Jag' (Skrrt, skrrt)
And I fuck with no opps, and we hit 'em like tag (Skrr, grr, paow)
She wanna slop it and shop at Hot Topic
I don't need no girl with no dad 'cause that's toxic (Tsaha)
I'm lucky I have it, diverse with the options
She tryna be slick but she wan' let me pop it (Ayy, paow, paow, paow)
New house, new crib, bro got rich (Sh, sh)
Might drift my Benz, my drive no keys
Baby king, I be all up in the mosh pit (Wait) One opp in the sky if he ever talk shit
You wanna throw it down but you never use fists (Ayy, ayy)
These thots, they actin' up and they tryin' for hella fuckin' bands
They comin' in cycles (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Two, three thots, they backin', no Michael
One, two shots, my hand on my rifle (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, talkin' two, three thots on my dick
They tryna make the guap, but they can't, and they pissed
Makin' hits non-stop and they blast in the whip
In the E45 goin' fast in the bitch (Vroom)
Goddamn, get the opps movin' mad slow
I'm big, you ain't growin' like a tadpole
Check on the phone like "'Ello?"
The telephones [?] (Yeah, 'ello)
If you talkin' 'bout the .45s and the .9 ends
I don't got none, but I got gang in the mist (Grra)
[?] more lies, no problem, I hit it from the back
She a bad ass bitch, got a ho, she ain't busy, tryna catch up
Tryna come on yo' [?], it don't add up (Yeah, yeah)
All these old hoes showin' mad love (Yeah)
When I'm in the Benz, shawty back up (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Goddamn
We bringin' smoke to yo' home (Paow)
That boy standin' still like a gnome (Ayy, tsaha)
My bitch countin' racks (Pew), I hit from the back (Pew)
She leaves smellin' like my cologne (Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy)
Get money and stacks, and that's facts (Yeah)
Got a new bitch, she bad (Ayy, sheesh)
I'm in a new whip, it's a Jag' (Skrrt, skrrt)
And I fuck with no opps, and we hit 'em like tag (Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy)
We bringin' smoke to yo' home (Paow)
That boy standin' still like a gnome (Tsaha)
My bitch countin' racks (Pew), I hit from the back (Pew)
She leaves smellin' like my cologne (Yeah)
Get money and stacks, and that's facts (Yeah)
Got a new bitch, she bad (Sheesh)
I'm in a new whip, it's a Jag' (Skrrt, skrrt)
And I fuck with no opps, and we hit 'em like tag (Skrr, grr, paow, skrr, grr, paow, skrr, grr, paow)
Got a new bitch, she bad (Ayy, sheesh)
I'm in a new whip, it's a Jag' (Skrrt, skrrt)
And I fuck with no opps, and we hit 'em like tag (Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy)
We bringin' smoke to yo' home (Paow)
That boy standin' still like a gnome (Tsaha)
My bitch countin' racks (Pew), I hit from the back (Pew)
She leaves smellin' like my cologne (Yеah)
Get money and stacks, and that's facts (Yeah)
Got a nеw bitch, she bad (Sheesh)
I'm in a new whip, it's a Jag' (Skrrt, skrrt)
And I fuck with no opps, and we hit 'em like tag (Skrr, grr, paow)
She wanna slop it and shop at Hot Topic
I don't need no girl with no dad 'cause that's toxic (Tsaha)
I'm lucky I have it, diverse with the options
She tryna be slick but she wan' let me pop it (Ayy, paow, paow, paow)
New house, new crib, bro got rich (Sh, sh)
Might drift my Benz, my drive no keys
Baby king, I be all up in the mosh pit (Wait) One opp in the sky if he ever talk shit
You wanna throw it down but you never use fists (Ayy, ayy)
These thots, they actin' up and they tryin' for hella fuckin' bands
They comin' in cycles (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Two, three thots, they backin', no Michael
One, two shots, my hand on my rifle (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, talkin' two, three thots on my dick
They tryna make the guap, but they can't, and they pissed
Makin' hits non-stop and they blast in the whip
In the E45 goin' fast in the bitch (Vroom)
Goddamn, get the opps movin' mad slow
I'm big, you ain't growin' like a tadpole
Check on the phone like "'Ello?"
The telephones [?] (Yeah, 'ello)
If you talkin' 'bout the .45s and the .9 ends
I don't got none, but I got gang in the mist (Grra)
[?] more lies, no problem, I hit it from the back
She a bad ass bitch, got a ho, she ain't busy, tryna catch up
Tryna come on yo' [?], it don't add up (Yeah, yeah)
All these old hoes showin' mad love (Yeah)
When I'm in the Benz, shawty back up (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Goddamn
We bringin' smoke to yo' home (Paow)
That boy standin' still like a gnome (Ayy, tsaha)
My bitch countin' racks (Pew), I hit from the back (Pew)
She leaves smellin' like my cologne (Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy)
Get money and stacks, and that's facts (Yeah)
Got a new bitch, she bad (Ayy, sheesh)
I'm in a new whip, it's a Jag' (Skrrt, skrrt)
And I fuck with no opps, and we hit 'em like tag (Ayy, ayy, yeah, ayy)
We bringin' smoke to yo' home (Paow)
That boy standin' still like a gnome (Tsaha)
My bitch countin' racks (Pew), I hit from the back (Pew)
She leaves smellin' like my cologne (Yeah)
Get money and stacks, and that's facts (Yeah)
Got a new bitch, she bad (Sheesh)
I'm in a new whip, it's a Jag' (Skrrt, skrrt)
And I fuck with no opps, and we hit 'em like tag (Skrr, grr, paow, skrr, grr, paow, skrr, grr, paow)
