Birdie Bands - GUAPANE$E.edit lyrics

[Chorus: ATLA$] Guapanese A dollar make her drop that thing for me Got her speakin' guapanese I'll be throwin' all of these (Dirty Bands) [Verse 1: ATLA$] You know that I got the bands You know the homies in back You know that my chick she bad I talk the money talk back You need the work do not call the cell You know to hit up the trap You need the work do not call the cell You know to hit up the trap You know I don't give a f** Codeine I'm sippin' it up In activis dippin' the blunt Got bad b**hes rollin' with us They know that I am the plug They callin' and askin' what's up If they don't want d** then they tryna f** If they don't want d** then they tryna f** If they don't want d** then I'm hangin' up Never been one that would bang a s*ut Not even if she was my only option But she gonna give me some sloppy toppy Whippin around in a mazdarati All of 'em thirsty I think they want me All of 'em thirsty I toss Dasani Only talk money Yeah only- [Chorus: ATLA$] [Verse 2: ATLA$] Hey Come on baby drop it for me Drop it low Dirty in my soda sorry if I'm movin slow Motherf** a double cup Nah They already know Nah she don't f** with gla** So I show her how to roll Yah shawty she got a** Plus she always down to blow I got racks Shawty yah You need cash or you need coke? Doesn't matter I got both You need Molly no i don't Sell that sh** anymore Baby no Baby No I don't I got weed I got lean I got Mucks and LSD But don't hit me up if you lookin for some E Nah I don't give a f** if it's really what you need You got a pint I got 3 Plus I been puffin' on purple trees [Chorus: ATLA$]