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Ayy, Southside, where you get all that drip? Guwop (Gucci) Eskimo sh*t, homie Evil Genius, Wop It’s Gucci Shoutout my partner Rozay Eskimo sh*t, n***a What, n***a, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Give ‘em hell Got lil baby from the Chi, she be Chanel Love the flow, I swear she rock them solitaires (brr brr) Said she f**k with Z Money, he signed his self (Z Money, it’s Guwop) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh well They call me Guwop, I got so much clientele (skr skr) Fresh as hell, in East Atlanta, I’m the mayor (EA) I signed Pablo, he told me, “Go get Mal and Quill” (Blo, Mal) ‘Cause we so trill (Quill, Wop) Yeah, f**k 12, I’m a Eskimo myself (brr brr) Can’t sign no snitch a** n***a, that would hurt my rep (no) Found out he pu**y, told him keep the cash and dip Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Real n***as only, y’all n***as, y’all some hoes Yeah, n***a, we froze, yeah, n***a, we Eskimos (1017 sh*t) Yeah, they didn’t know that we used to be poor Yeah, drippin’ designer, ooh, from my head to my toe F**k on your ho, go get the dough (go get it) Then I go get me some mo’ (I need it) Used to trap dope at the stove (I used to) Ooh, whippin’ the dope Yeah, Dolce Gabana peacoat (dingy) I’m ballin’ like Gucci the coach (I’m ballin’) Step on these n***as, you just a lil roach (lil roach) Yeah, rich n***a like Lil Boat (rich n***a) Water on my neck the coast (water) Look in my eyes and they say don’t approach (look at me, n***a) Cookin’ the chickens on the pot like roasts (boom) All my hundreds blue just like my Locs (blue hundreds) All my b*t*hes bad, they do the most (she bad) I be poppin’ tags to jump in the Ghost Gotta watch your swag, they takin’ down notes Swear b*t*hes like the jewellery, make ‘em vote Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Iceberg, yeah I see you hang from over here Hatin’ n***a (pu**y), that chopper hit your a** from over here All these hoes on my d**k ‘cause I signed me a deal Better sign to Big Wop if you want you a mil’ Bust down on my left wrist, I should’ve bought a crib (ice) The pack just touched down, that’s a football field Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hell yeah Pocket full of crip blue hundreds, need a wheelchair We ain’t had sh*t, we were waitin’ on some welfare Now we up, b*t*h, we got racks tucked everywhere Wifey made it, diamonds crystal clear, yeah Got so much cash, this sh*t not fair I f**ked the b*t*h once, but I ain’t bought no hair We can take a trip, might fly on the Lear Hop out the b*t*h and I’m fresh in Moncler Yeah, ride with the stick on the front door Yeah, 75 on my neck and I ain’t near done yet Try to reach for my sh*t, boy I dare Can’t show no love to no n***a, wouldn’t dare All the bullsh*t goin’ in and out one ear They broke, I don’t care Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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