Pretty Blanco - Guap lyrics

[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]