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Lyrics

[Intro] (I really like to use cash) [Chorus] I like guap, occasions I like guap I like guap, occasions My eyes red and they Asian Got me dead, outer space man You ​so dead, you keep playing Pockets fed, already ate man I'm thinking about red, I'm just facing Whole lotta red, in this place man Bitch in my bed, givin' me face man Shoot at ya head, you it ain't grazing Niggas my kids, I ain't raising He don't know what he did, I ain't saying I know a lot but I ain't saying [Verse] Run out of cash, get me some more Run out of bags, can't run out of swag Look at my bag, digital dash Ooh, look at the past, used to be down now I can't crash, (ooh, yeah) Shawty like doing a lot I hide the dope in the sock, in case I see the cops Yeah, all you lil' niggas some bots You be surrounded by thots, you can't even hit on no thot I pull the glick out the box, promise I make this shit hot (Cash) You put your bitch in a box, that's not even doing a lot Yeah, bitch you doing a lot I keep them sticks in the house You can't even do nun' of that You stay on the porch, on the deck Damn your thot just gon' give me some neck You stay in the way, I'ma fetch I'm trappin', don't know what he did Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah Trappin', don't know what he did I went to LA for a bit You see the swag, man you know I'm legit No problems with me, you can get lit like a Bic Everybody in the trap having sticks Even my grandmama got a stick [Chorus] I like guap, occasions I like guap I like guap, occasions My eyes red and they Asian Got me dead, outer space man You ​so dead, you keep playing Pockets fed, already ate man I'm thinking about red, I'm just facing Whole lotta red, in this place man Bitch in my bed, givin' me face man Shoot at ya head, you it ain't grazing Niggas my kids, I ain't raising He don't know what he did (Cash), I ain't saying I know a lot but I ain't saying