Guap Man

Lyrics

[Chorus] Bring 'em here Bring 'em here Bring 'em here Bring 'em here Bring 'em here Bring the hoes here Bring the clothes here Bring the Rolls here, hold up Bring the poles here, yeah Bentley truck on the road, big B on the nose, yeah Hold up, YSL all my clothes, YSL on my ho, yeah, hold up [Verse] YSL on my kick, yeah, whole gang on that shit, yeah Pull up thеn I trip, yeah, foreign whip lift, yeah Whip it, chеf's kiss, yeah, plug say I'm lit, yeah Let's go catch a fifty, Brisk full of Tris, yeah I just landed, yeah, off the G6, yeah Gekaay take my flicks, yeah, boy, I'm fresh as shit, yeah Bitch want to wear my clothes, yeah, all my shit fit, yeah Psych out all my shows, yeah, and fans goin' schiz', yeah I get paid to walk in, I don't play, no talkin' With that FN, I'm stalkin' I'm top one, bitch, not top ten I get boot up, then punch in If he boo'd up, then punch him In that water, you can't swim I'm a rare find like a gem Wear a vest, don't hit the gym Five-seveN bullets make you slim All these hoes be sayin' I'm trim Brand-new bitch, she look like Kim Rick Owen boots, these not no Timbs Goyard bag, just guess what's in 'em Yves Saint Laurent chains on my denim I'm so geeked, all the drugs, I feel 'em Lately I been feelin' like the villain Yeah, pour up the lean, bitch, I woke up sippin' I don't give a single fuck about how you feelin' I'm with killers, I'm with killers, yeah, all they know is killin', yeah Chop off your fingers, yeah, if we catch you stealin' I broke the bitch heart, now the ho still healin' I got so much clothes, I can stack it to the ceilin', uh So much guap, I can stack it to the ceilin', yeah Guap man, guap man, do my guap dance, yeah Pop bands, pop, all we do is pop bands, yeah Stop it, man, stop, you ain't even hot, man, huh Top man, top, bitch, I'm at the top, man, huh X, X, X, I can't even stop the Xans, huh Sex, sex, sex, these hoes just won't stop it, yeah Hundred, hundred blues in my pocket 'cause I'm exotic, yeah, huh And I pulled out some of the 'za and she off the molly, yeah [Chorus] Bring 'em here Bring 'em here Bring 'em here Bring 'em here Bring 'em here Bring the hoes here Bring the clothes here Bring the Rolls here, hold up Bring the poles here, yeah Bentley truck on the road, big B on the nose, yeah Hold up, YSL all my clothes, YSL on my ho, yeah, hold up