Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Guwop, artist - Gucci Mane. Date of issue: 24.09.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Guwop |
| My main bitch, her anklet |
| ‘Bout the same size of a ankle monitor |
| If a diva late one time I’mma put her ass on probation |
| I’mma give her two scratches |
| She’s a fuckin' good woman, I’mma give her a life |
| I’mma walk by shinin' with a bitch |
| Aye, say I had enough in my life |
| I got 80 chains, I got 100 rings |
| And a nigga can’t take my ice |
| Caught a murder charge, but I beat the shit |
| ‘Cause a nigga tried to take my life |
| I’m a millionaire, but I’m a country boy |
| And my right hand man got a Tonka toy |
| I sell, charge, I’m servin' boy |
| Major saver, I’m the golden boy |
| And I serve the pass like Lawyer Milloy |
| Poppin' and poppin' and poppin' the shit |
| Talkin' that shit, now you shot in the head |
| Brick Squad niggas don’t shoot in the leg |
| Shouts to our fallen, I ball till I fall, and |
| The neighbors don’t talk ‘cause the neighbors are scared |
| A white girl, a black girl, a hell of a mix |
| Rollin' up kush while they suckin' my dick |
| On my chain is a tag team |
| All my niggas gettin' money |
| You can get tied, then tagged then me and your freak’ll start fuckin' |
| Got two choppers, it’s a tag team |
| Four bad bitches and it’s all to me |
| Had to break into like ten houses to ride on these 9×17s |
| Oops, my fault, that’s your team’s line |
| I ain’t have time, I was grindin' real hard |
| People goin' crazy, and my mama goin' crazy but belive it or not, bitch, |
| I gotta thank the Lord |
| Ballin' so hard when I came out of jail |
| Now I’mma get a scene and weigh the doja up |
| Sippin' on lean ‘til I throw up |
| What you want to be when you grow up? |
| GuWop GuWop GuWop, nigga |
| All these hoes screamin' GuWop, nigga |
| GuWop GuWop GuWop, nigga |
| All these hoes screamin' GuWop, nigga |
| GuWop GuWop GuWop, nigga |
| GuWop GuWop GuWop, nigga |
| GuWop GuWop GuWop, nigga |
| All these hoes screamin' GuWop, nigga |
| Young Scooter in my team |
| Flockaveli that’s my shooter |
| R.I.P to my nigga Dunk |
| Think about your ass every day |
| Momma called, said she need some money |
| Sent her ten bands and it made her smile |
| Child nude, no shoes |
| Got to get him those new Trews |
| Mail your head to your mama |
| Hide your body in a restaurant |
| Nigga wasn’t shit anyway |
| Playin' around with my awards |
| Gucci Mane is a cool dude |
| But a nigga might turn into a werewolf |
| Got a stash box and it’s all hundreds |
| And your CEO ain’t worth nothin' |
| Made a half a mil' in three weeks |
| Gucci Mane, I’m a blessed man |
| I’m a real man, you can’t feel me, man |
| These fucked niggas keep tryin' to hold me back |
| Matter of fact, nigga slow down |
| When you drivin' in the ‘Lac, you gon' spill my ‘Gnac |
| Like Pinky, nigga, I’m big and black |
| Rock so many chains it gon hurt my neck |
| Trinidad and Gucci Mane |
| I said Trinidad and Gucci Mane |
| I’m turnt up, fuck off |
| Trinidad and Gucci Mane |
| I said Trinidad and Gucci Mane |
| I’m turnt up, fuck off |
| I said Trinidad and Gucci Mane |
| Trinidad and Gucci Mane |
| Them pussy nigga call me Trinidad |
| Them bad hoes call me TJ |
| I got a girlfriend in Magic City |
| And a side bitch in the Blue Flame |
| Her pussy bomb as Saddam Hussein, pussy nigga |
| Gucci needed me for a verse |
| Call me up, nigga tap me in |
| This verse here, a tragedy |
| Bad bitches they after me |
| Only buy molly from rich hoes |
| ‘Cause these broke hoes be taxin' me |
| Got a problem with it? |
| Do somethin' ‘bout it |
| Bomb squad like «Hoorah!» |
| Real niggas call Gucci |
| But these hoes call «GuWop» |
| I said Trinidad and Gucci Mane |
| I’m turnt up, fuck off |
| I said Trinidad and Gucci Mane |
| I’m turnt up, fuck off |
| I said Trinidad and Gucci Mane |
| I’m turnt up, fuck off |
| I said Trinidad and Gucci Mane |
| Trinidad and Gucci Mane… |