Lyrics

(Hook) Speaking Guapanese, bitch get off of me. Tryna stack this cheese, Pop Poppin like some grease. (4x) (C Man's Verse) You see me poppin, bitches watching, & you copy me. Black diamonds, gold chains, & an white tee. You either catch me in some Js or some nikes. Ima stay fresh to death; from head to feet These bitches they stayyyy calling me But, I don't need you stalking me These niggas, they snitching. You know who you be You not my friend, you not my homie, so don't talk to me & This ain't a diss. 100's, what I speak. These niggas telling everything but claim they in the streets. Drugs got me real gone, can tell it by my speech Bet my niggas getting shooting if you reach. 1996, we on a different vibe. Tell the bad bitches and the hoes to slide. All my bitches dimes and we tottin 9s. Let the shit go off & hit you 8 time. You's a pussy nigga, there goes 7th life. Send you up north to the 6 side. You know I'm rolling deep with the 5 Guys . & Ima do whatever 4 mine. But I'm 3, never 2 high. I could never fold stick to 1 side. You niggas zeros & thats a no lie. Niggas been fraud the fucking whole time. These niggas line dry & Ima damn Slime You calming that's your bitch, but she still mine. You want a half of ticket? Make you pay the fine. C Man killing shit, where's the lifeline? (Hook) Speaking Guapanese, bitch get off of me. Tryna stack this cheese, Pop Poppin like some grease. (4x)