MarleyDontShootEm - Guap lyrics

[Intro] Aye Aye Aye yeah Aye Aye Aye yeah [Verse] Young n***a bout a check Gotta grind for the money Everybody ain't your friends All your homies not your homies I have people in my face And I know they really phony My n***as play they stations and I ain't talking sony I just push it to the limit Got me feeling like I'm tony And I'm heading to the top b**h I'm out here getting guap Never take no days off Gotta get it non stop Ass fat when she drop Fake n***as just flop n***as mad 'cause I'm out here getting to the guap Out here getting to the Guap Out here getting to the Guap And I'm Screaming f** 12 Middle finger to the cops Purple mason with the pot Call me Kobe with the rock Man my mind is like a money maze all I see is better days I can't see no haters cause the money in the way Dope smoke got me lookin like a zombie out the grave Wildin with my noggas and you know the money save And I might hit a lick, all my n***as with the sh**s My n***as keep them dirty sticks, I can't never trust a b**h All these women lined up, bad b**h waitin list Pockets on Ritchie rich, Rav Simmons be the kiss People all on the block show me love like money mitch I'm a starter in the game while you sitting on the bench Your just a toilet seat and I gotta take a sh** Stuffed crust Backwoods I just made a f**ing hit Cause I'm getting to the guap Out here getting to the Guap Out here getting to the Guap And I do it non stop Fake n***as they just flop And I'm headed to the top Out here getting to the guap n***as mad cause I'm out here getting to the guap Never take no days off Gotta get it nonstop Middle finger to the cops Purple mixing with the pot Call me Kobe with the rock And she love it when I show her that I'm ballin like the pros So much money I can't even fold Playin hard to get, but I know she gonna go God watching over me but the devil want my soul Catch me cruising switching lanes, GT is what I drove Kush In the air my shore is back Out on south beach And my b**h bad too, I call her south beach I need to see those X's not tryna hit your mouth piece I know I'm gonna make it but I know they doubt me Out here getting to the guap Out here getting to the check I remember seventh grade Middle school tryna flex Had that Louis on my legs Polo T, I was fresh Thank you god everyday that I'm blessed Nobody loyal nowadays everybody tryna get finesse Since a youngin always had strived for the best Smoking out the zipper, OG, I don't ever stress Cause I'm getting to the guap Out here getting to the Guap Out here getting to the Guap Fake n***as gotta flop Middle finger to the cops And I'm heading to the top Yeah I'm heading to the top n***as mad cause I'm out here getting to the guap 'cause I'm getting to the guap Yeah I'm getting to the guap [Outro] Aye Aye Aye yeah Aye Aye Aye yeah