[Intro]
n***a, turn up
It's GuWop
Trap house bunkin'
Trap house mansion
Yeah, right on Flat Shoals Exit, n***a
We got London on da Track
[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I'm pourin' fours and sh**, I need to just put a deuce in
Car cost four-hundred-thou' and I put a roof in
My n***a pot cook it so good he put his shoe in it
n***a, it's a gangsta party, why f** is you in it?
Head bust a microwave, sh**, didn't take him two minutes
You know that there's some straps in the club, they let my crew in
I might just do the Michael Vick man and cook it left hand
If you ain't talkin' 'bout buyin' grams then I'm a deaf man
I can make the dope do numbers, the Stacey Augmon
I told my b**h to dye her hair red like Dennis Rodman
If Gucci Mane got so much money then why he robbin'?
We thirty deep, we come from the streets, n***a, we mobbin'
[Hook: Young Thug]
(It's Guwop), again
Thugger and Guwop, again
Chasin' that Guwop, again
That's my lil whoadie, again
We chasin that money baby, again
We f**in' your hoe up baby, again
And if you owe me baby, go head and show me baby
Pull up and pour it
I'mma go gold, let you know it
I got gold on my rollie
And I'm real right like a poet
I look like a dope boy, I know it
I know I'm gonna win it like Floyd
I became an important lil' boy
Money long like a sock with some shorts
[Verse 2: Young Thug]
My b**h white and she brown like port
Ed-umacation abort, bookin' these dorks
I jumped off the porch and went north
Whipped you some dope full of narc-cotics
YSL hardbody, I got 'bout 20 chickens in the lobby, baby
Ride It, ride It Kawasaki, saki
I don't speak english
I f** that mouth, on the secret
I'm the big homie, I'm leakin'
Stick to the streets like I'm cement
I don't need no change, you can keep it
I don't want your verse on my remix
No panties she my secret
Got a hunnid bands on me I'm cheesin'
This the sequel, lookin' down like an eagle
[Hook: Young Thug]
(It's Guwop), again
Thugger and Guwop, again
Chasin' that Guwop, again
That's my lil whoadie, again
We chasin that money baby, again
We f**in' your hoe, again
Pay if you owe me baby, go head and show me baby
(yeah again)
Pull up and pour it
I'mma go gold, let you know it
I got gold on my rollie
And I'm real right like a poet
I look like a dope boy, I know it
I know I'm gonna win it like Floyd
I became an important lil' boy
Money long like a sock with some shorts
You mean that b**h, she is not a super[?]
She is s**ing, she is f**ing
[?] yeah, yeah