Feel Like Guwop

If a nigga was to ever take my chain, I wouldn't even want it back
 
 1-0-1-7, Burr Gang
 Henchmen
 Guwop, I ain't goin' for none of that (Nah)
 If a nigga was to ever take my chain
 I wouldn't even want it back (Huh)
 Fuck nigga, I'm aimin' for your wig, I'm tryna push it back (Bah-bah)
 All you niggas Ninja Turtles, your CEO a sewer rat (Wow)
 Your man just got whacked today
 And I ain't have nothin' to do with that (Huh)
 I don't be claimin' bodies I ain't drop
 Drop, that shit'd be super cap (Cap)
 All the opps I smoked, I could damn near start a dispensary
 Straight out the penitentiary, Sun Valley Elementary (Huh)
 Drop my nuts on these lil' pussies
 'Cause y'all ain't really really street (No)
 Bitches love a real nigga, titties hard, that freak in heat (Mwah)
 When I get mad, I rob everyone who crossed the G (Yup)
 Thought you was a G, but when you snitched
 That's when I crossed the street (Go, go)
 Gucci Mane a boss, I paid the cost, yeah, I'm so saucy (saucy)
 OLA, that's my twin, and Henchman gon' shoot at your offspring (twin)
 Keep it off your Twitter page and keep it off your IG (Yeah)
 15 years later, Gucci heart is still so icy (Burr)
 Fuck these niggas, roll 'em
 Feel like Guwop, get your shooter shot
 Chopstick in my hand like the waitress brought some sushi out
 Shit-bag, smell like dookie out
 Face shot, get your pimple popped
 Think shit funny, your dimple shot
 Ain't a mechanic, but I drill a lot
 Ridin' down, now draw down, you'll get gunned down
 Tailor-made fashion on the stage just like James Brown
 Walk in with a Kel-Tec
 Your block, we left some shells at
 You pussy, I'ma smell that
 You servin', you can't sell that
 On my corner with that Ralo
 Glock 30 full of hollows
 Grown man, but I sip out the bottle
 Draw down, I had hit from a vato
 Ask Kemo, we was sittin' in that Tahoe
 Me and Tay Tay, we was servin' out the JJ
 Good times just like JJ
 Shit went bad, Tuesday turned mayday
 Out the red store, it was a ricochet
 I had the Glock, I had to pop
 Nigga screamed 12 when he seen two cops
 Shots got fired, I had seen two opps
 I'm from the wild, wild East
 Free lil' Zay, caught a body at puberty
 Free lil' Zion, headshot, it was to a marine
 Can't walk through the cut, it's a murder scene
 Catch a body, blame it on the bean
 Catch him lackin', he was on the lean
 Two guns with the murder team
 I live a gang life
 Big B's, nigga, real right
 If I ain't set trip, I wouldn't feel right
 Feel like Guwop, get your shooter shot
 Chopstick in my hand like the waitress
 Brought some sushi out (Nigga, you'll get chopped)
 Shit-bag, smell like dookie out
 Face shot, get your pimple popped
 Think shit funny, your dimple shot
 I ain't a mechanic, but I drill a lot
 Ridin' down, now draw down, you'll get gunned down
 Tailor-made fashion on the stage just like James Brown
 Walk in with a Kel-Tec
 Your block, we left some shells at
 You pussy, I'ma smell that
 You servin', you can't sell that
 Ridin' down Bleveland
 Just me and Cap, we got three straps
 Two handguns, one stick
 Hundred rounds, somethin' gon' hit
 Gun so big, it don't fit
 Crucial with a Glock 26
 He want a zip, I ain't give him nothin' but 26 (26 grams, hoe)
 Got 50 opps, least tonight 20 gon' get hit (20 of y'all gon' die)
 Just like a gun, she gon' take dick (Take dick)
 You came up missin', your mama stressin'
 She went gray quick (Mama stressed out)
 I ain't nothin' to play with
 Good aim, get your face hit, no
 Can't come back funny, smoke
 We bring like we laced it (Cook his ass up)
 Fuck that shit, send a nigga my location, you know I'm on Mason
 Kodak Black, lil' Haitian
 Dodgin' bullets like The Matrix (Dodge these bullets)
 You'll get buried like a dog trick (Bury him)
 Nah, your niggas got parvo, all mine smoke good, gelato
 Free Petey, yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Pablo
 Feel like Guwop, get your shooter shot (Feel like Guwop)
 Chopstick in my hand like the waitress brought some sushi out (Yes, on God)
 Shit-bag, smell like dookie out
 Face shot, get your pimple popped
 Think shit funny, your dimple shot
 I ain't a mechanic, but I drill a lot (Bitch)
 Ridin' down, now draw down, you'll get gunned down
 Tailor-made fashion on the stage just like James Brown
 Walk in with a Kel-Tec
 Your block, we left some shells at
 You pussy, I'ma smell that
 You servin', you can't sell that (You pussy)
 Shells over there
 Like some eggs hatched