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Guapo Baby

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Let's go, uh

Niggas mad that I keep flexin' (Okay, they mad)
Told that bitch 'Don't play with me 'cause I get disrespectful' (Don't play wit me lil' bitch)
You don't wanna play with me 'cause my hitta gon' wet you (Blat, blat, blat)
We don't do the back and forth, my niggas down to stretch you (Grrt)

Why he talkin' crazy 'bout me? he don't even know me (He don't even know me)
I'm the same nigga, even if I'm by my lonely
Remember we was hopping fences, runnin' from the police (Like f*ck twelve, yeah)
I don't even gotta think, I'm shootin' for the brodies

I know they be dissin' on me but you know I never cared (I never cared)
Every time we pop up on your block, boy, you ain't never there
I ain't trippin' 'cause I got the blick, so I ain't never scared (Grrah, grrah)
Stomp a nigga out, I got my niggas with me everywhere (Blat, blat, blat, blat,)

I'm makin' money but I'm hurtin' call that rich pain (Yeah)
If he try me then I gotta let the blick sing (Blat, blat, blat, blat)
Let the blick bang, I'm rollin' like Michelin (Blat, blat, blat, let's go)
Nigga trippin' if he thinkin' he gon' diss the gang (Let's get it, let's get it)

Okay, I told him focus on the money he ain't listen
I got some niggas locked away and dead, oh yeah I miss 'em
I tell a bitch go down and give me head, naw, I don't kiss 'em
We got the drop on where he live we tryna blick 'em (Blat, blat, blat, blat,)

Let's go, uh

Niggas mad that I keep flexin' (Told that-told that)
Told that bitch don't play with me 'cause I get disrespectful (Don't play with me lil' bitch)
You don't wanna play with me 'cause my hitta gon' wet you (He gon' wet you up)
We don't do the back and forth, my niggas down to stretch you (They gon' stretch you up)

Why he talkin' crazy 'bout me? he don't even know me (He don't even know me, uh)
I'm the same nigga, even if I'm by my lonely (I'm by my lonely, yeah)
Remember we was hopping fences, runnin' from the police
I don't even gotta think, I'm shootin' for the brodies (Grrah)

Okay, why you even askin' bout that opp, you know that nigga dead (Grrt, grrt)
F*ck a nigga bitch and now I got her playin' in my dreads (Hoe)
I'm with all my bloodas in this bitch, so I don't need no friends (I got 'em)
Boy I had to get it on my own I can't hold out my hand (At all)

Okay, big gun on me, bang, bang (Bang, bang)
Big B.O.A Shit, yeah that's gang, gang (Gang, gang)
I'm still yellin' free my niggas out the chain gang (Chain gang)
I'm with all my niggas 'cause they on the same thing (Same thing)

They want me dead or up in jail I know they wishin' (Yeah, yeah)
Tell a lame nigga cut it out with all that dissin' (Cut that shit off)
I ain't got no time for these bitches I'm on a mission
If he test my gangster, that nigga he gon' be fishin', swimmin', let's go (Blat, blat, blat, blat,)

Niggas mad that I keep flexin'
Told that bitch don't play with me 'cause I get disrespectful (Uh-huh)
You don't wanna play with me 'cause my hitta gon' wet you (And you don't wanna play with me at all)
We don't do the back and forth, my niggas down to stretch you (Blat, blat, blat, blat)

Why he talkin' crazy 'bout me? he don't even know me (No)
I'm the same nigga, even if I'm by my lonely (If I'm by my what? Let's get it)
Remember we was hopping fences, runnin' from the police
I don't even gotta think, I'm shootin' for the brodies (Grrah)

Bah, Guapo Baby in this bitch, nigga
B.O.A Shit
Ha, let's get it

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