CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Feel like Guwop
Ola
What you on, n***a?
N***a got back on that
No cap
High as f**k, ain't gon' lie to you
No cap
F**k these n***as, roll 'em
Feel like Guwop, get your shooter shot
Chopstick in my hand like the waitress brought some sushi out
Sh*t-bag, smell like dookie out
Face shot, get your pimple popped
Think sh*t funny, your dimple shot
Ain't a mechanic, but I drill a lot
Ridin' down, now draw down, you'll get gunned down
Tailor-made fashion on the stage just like James Brown
Walk in with a Kel-Tec
Your block, we left some shells at
You pu**y, I'ma smell that
You servin', you can't sell that
On my corner with that Ralo
Glock 30 full of hollows
Grown man, but I sip out the bottle
Draw down, I had hit from a vato
Ask Kemo, we was sittin' in that Tahoe
Me and Tay Tay, we was servin' out the JJ
Good times just like JJ
Sh*t went bad, Tuesday turned mayday
Out the red store, it was a ricochet
I had the Glock, I had to pop
N***a screamed 12 when he seen two cops
Shots got fired, I had seen two opps
I'm from the wild wild East
Free lil' Zay, caught a body at puberty
Free lil' Zion, headshot, it was to a marine
Can't walk through the cut, it's a murder scene
Catch a body, blame it on the bean
Catch him lackin', he was on the lean
Two guns with the murder team
I live a gang life, big B's, n***a, real right
If I ain't set trip, I wouldn't feel right
Feel like Guwop, get your shooter shot
Chopstick in my hand like the waitress brought some sushi out (N***a, you'll get chopped)
Sh*t-bag, smell like dookie out
Face shot, get your pimple popped
Think sh*t funny, your dimple shot
Ain't a mechanic, but I drill a lot
Ridin' down, now draw down, you'll get gunned down
Tailor-made fashion on the stage just like James Brown
Walk in with a Kel-Tec
Your block, we left some shells at
You pu**y, I'ma smell that
You servin', you can't sell that
Ridin' down Bleveland
Just me and Cap, we got three straps
Two handguns, one stick
Hundred rounds, somethin' gon' hit
Gun so big, it don't fit, crucial with a Glock .26
He want a zip, I ain't give him nothin' but twenty-six (Twenty-six grams, ho)
Got fifty opps, least tonight twenty gon' get hit (Twenty of y'all gon' die)
Just like a gun, she gon' take d**k (Take d**k)
You came up missin', your mama stressin', she went gray quick (Mama stressed out)
I ain't nothin' to play with, good aim, get your face hit, no
Can't come back funny, smoke, we bring like we laced it (Cook his a** up)
F**k that sh*t, send a n***a my location, you know I'm on Mason
Kodak Black, lil' Haitian, dodgin' bullets like The Matrix (Dodge these bullets)
You'll get buried like a dog trick (Bury him)
Nah, your n***as got parvo, all mine smoke good, gelato
Free Petey, yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Pablo
Feel like Guwop, get your shooter shot (Feel like Guwop)
Chopstick in my hand like the waitress brought some sushi out (Yes, on God)
Sh*t-bag, smell like dookie out
Face shot, get your pimple popped
Think sh*t funny, your dimple shot
Ain't a mechanic, but I drill a lot (B*t*h)
Ridin' down, now draw down, you'll get gunned down
Tailor-made fashion on the stage just like James Brown
Walk in with a Kel-Tec
Your block, we left some shells at
You pu**y, I'ma smell that
You servin', you can't sell that (You pu**y)
Shells over there
Like some eggs hatched
What you on, n***a?
N***a got back on that
No cap
High as f**k, ain't gon' lie to you
No cap
F**k these n***as, roll 'em
Feel like Guwop, get your shooter shot
Chopstick in my hand like the waitress brought some sushi out
Sh*t-bag, smell like dookie out
Face shot, get your pimple popped
Think sh*t funny, your dimple shot
Ain't a mechanic, but I drill a lot
Ridin' down, now draw down, you'll get gunned down
Tailor-made fashion on the stage just like James Brown
Walk in with a Kel-Tec
Your block, we left some shells at
You pu**y, I'ma smell that
You servin', you can't sell that
On my corner with that Ralo
Glock 30 full of hollows
Grown man, but I sip out the bottle
Draw down, I had hit from a vato
Ask Kemo, we was sittin' in that Tahoe
Me and Tay Tay, we was servin' out the JJ
Good times just like JJ
Sh*t went bad, Tuesday turned mayday
Out the red store, it was a ricochet
I had the Glock, I had to pop
N***a screamed 12 when he seen two cops
Shots got fired, I had seen two opps
I'm from the wild wild East
Free lil' Zay, caught a body at puberty
Free lil' Zion, headshot, it was to a marine
Can't walk through the cut, it's a murder scene
Catch a body, blame it on the bean
Catch him lackin', he was on the lean
Two guns with the murder team
I live a gang life, big B's, n***a, real right
If I ain't set trip, I wouldn't feel right
Feel like Guwop, get your shooter shot
Chopstick in my hand like the waitress brought some sushi out (N***a, you'll get chopped)
Sh*t-bag, smell like dookie out
Face shot, get your pimple popped
Think sh*t funny, your dimple shot
Ain't a mechanic, but I drill a lot
Ridin' down, now draw down, you'll get gunned down
Tailor-made fashion on the stage just like James Brown
Walk in with a Kel-Tec
Your block, we left some shells at
You pu**y, I'ma smell that
You servin', you can't sell that
Ridin' down Bleveland
Just me and Cap, we got three straps
Two handguns, one stick
Hundred rounds, somethin' gon' hit
Gun so big, it don't fit, crucial with a Glock .26
He want a zip, I ain't give him nothin' but twenty-six (Twenty-six grams, ho)
Got fifty opps, least tonight twenty gon' get hit (Twenty of y'all gon' die)
Just like a gun, she gon' take d**k (Take d**k)
You came up missin', your mama stressin', she went gray quick (Mama stressed out)
I ain't nothin' to play with, good aim, get your face hit, no
Can't come back funny, smoke, we bring like we laced it (Cook his a** up)
F**k that sh*t, send a n***a my location, you know I'm on Mason
Kodak Black, lil' Haitian, dodgin' bullets like The Matrix (Dodge these bullets)
You'll get buried like a dog trick (Bury him)
Nah, your n***as got parvo, all mine smoke good, gelato
Free Petey, yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Pablo
Feel like Guwop, get your shooter shot (Feel like Guwop)
Chopstick in my hand like the waitress brought some sushi out (Yes, on God)
Sh*t-bag, smell like dookie out
Face shot, get your pimple popped
Think sh*t funny, your dimple shot
Ain't a mechanic, but I drill a lot (B*t*h)
Ridin' down, now draw down, you'll get gunned down
Tailor-made fashion on the stage just like James Brown
Walk in with a Kel-Tec
Your block, we left some shells at
You pu**y, I'ma smell that
You servin', you can't sell that (You pu**y)
Shells over there
Like some eggs hatched
