[Intro: Pretty Blanco]
De Capo
Cut me up in the headphones with the beat
Cut me up
I should have brought a water
[Verse 1: Pretty Blanco]
Nah
I ain't into making friends though
So I don't really give a f** bout' your friends hoe
If they looking type good I'll pretend though
b**hes love me so I'm never getting friend zoned
It's probably cause I'm on that dope sh**
Bottles is open my ganja is potent
My dick in her throat and that booty is poking
I took her right home and I got that b**h open
& now she looking for a hand out
Shawty why you got your hand out?
You could stand up I'ma always stand out
If a mother f**er want a problem then it's man down
And you could never understand how
Ever since I got on I'm the man now
Money here so they want to shake my hand now
No new friends so I'm sticking to the plan now
Eyes low from the hydro still gotta' keep them wide though
For the five-0, I know all these mother f**ers are wishing I die slow
Cause I'm posted at the telly with their b**h and five more
And now they all listen to my flow
Everything lit I'm a f**ing pyro
Shawty wanna' kick it like we do in Tae Bo
& it's funny cause your boy ain't even signed hoe, whoa
Everything mas fina, blunt steamer pockets is Vinny Cartegina
Follow the leader, dirty Sprite I'll swallow a liter
I'm cooler than a cooler and still as hot as a heater
I rock slow blowing pot smoke
I won't stop till I'm posted on the top floor
You moving funny but there's something you do not know
I ain't into making friends I'm into making guap hoe
[Hook: Pretty Blanco]
Into making guap hoe
I'm into making guap hoe
You're moving funny but there's something you do not know
I ain't into making friends I'm into making guap hoe
Into making guap hoe
I'm into making guap hoe
You're moving funny but there's something you do not know
I ain't into making friends I'm into making guap hoe
[Bridge: Pretty Blanco]
40's and blunts kid
Y'all done made the wrong mother f**er rich
Matter fact I got an order, a dutch and a Cranberry Snapple
Matter fact I'ma let my homie Luc ride out on you b**h a** n***as
Hah
[Break: Young Lucid]
Yeah
It's Young Luc
The Pharoah of this sh**
[Verse 2: Young Lucid]
Luc got a bunch of Bobby Shmurdas in the belly
I'm hungry you n***as fetty like chini, you better feed me
And the old heads say Brooklyn don't dance
Something like the rapper I don't give them a chance
Yo, L-U and the crazy f**ing white boy
Shawty told me that her body could be my toy
10K in the deal I said oh boy
f** them wack boys they ain't making no noise
Tre-Flip off a n***a who hating I bust a nut on her belly
And then I get back to skating
I brought my whole team here just to whoop your a**
Watch it, sh** it's nothing I be nice with the hands
Chopping shows are rocking no quitting I'm never stopping
They told me I'd never make it now them n***as have no option
But to watch him make a dollar out of nothing but dirt
Now the ladies they say baby beat it up till I squirt
Slow it down hit a backspin
Never thought I'd make a dollar off of rapping
Still I hustle hard as n***as who be trapping
Every time I walk into the bank a n***a laughing
Cause I grind for the guap
Young Luc, Young Luc
That's the boy you should watch
If rap was a draft, I'd be first pick
You know you could find me on your girl's mattress yo
Yo, the flow so sick, yo the flow so sick, sick like magic
I don't take no sh**, but here's something you do not know
I ain't into making friends I'm into making guap ho
[Hook]