| Young Guapo, Young Guapo
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| You know (real shit)
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| Still going for the gusto
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| XVL
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| Mob Gang (let's get it)
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| Huncho
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| Fuck you thought, nigga?
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| Fuck a rapper, I’m a brick wrapper
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| Fuck the rap game (they got us fucked up)
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| If them labels keep playing, we gon' get truckloads
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| 24/7, trap house open, never closed
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| And when that work touch down, I’ma call Pablo
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| And with the profit, we can go get some Gallardos
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| We got racks on a nigga just like Wells Fargo
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| And if we ever go broke, we gon' call Carlos
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| And if we ever go broke, we going hard, hoe
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| And if we ever go broke, we going hard, hoe
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| I ain’t never starving, hoe, see, what the fuck you thought?
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| I got some niggas with me that’ll come and knock you out
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| I got some bitches with me that’ll set you up
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| And when they spill the business, they gon' sex me up
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| Okay, these labels tripping, they ain’t talking enough
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| They keep on hitting my line, but I ain’t picking up
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| See, you go to the Dome to see Falcons, I just go home to see falcons
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| Also, you don’t want
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| If them labels keep playing, we gon' get truckloads
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| 24/7, trap house open, never closed
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| And when that work touch down, I’ma call Pablo
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| And with the profit, we can go get some Gallardos
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| We got racks on a nigga just like Wells Fargo
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| And if we ever go broke, we gon' call Carlos
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| And if we ever go broke, we going hard, hoe
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| And if we ever go broke, we going hard, hoe
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| I’m stuffing the bricks in the Lexus like I’m playing Tetris
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| Beating the block, a whole brick on my necklace
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| Don’t come around here, there’s no zone for that flexing
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| I know real migos that’s Mexican
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| A hundred mid sent down from Texas
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| I wrap them and shoot them to Michigan
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| Fucking your bitch and I’m selling the fish, I’m legitimate
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| And the fish
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| Britney Spears, oops, I done did it again
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| Don’t come to my trap, talking wrapping
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| Ain’t signing no deal and no package
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| Bitch, give me that pussy, I’m savage
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| Pull up in that U-Haul
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| I got way too many bricks, I guess I’m supposed to be wrapping
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| Wrap them up, 'Blo!
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| If them labels keep playing, we gon' get truckloads
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| 24/7, trap house open, never closed
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| And when that work touch down, I’ma call Pablo
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| And with the profit, we can go get some Gallardos
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| We got racks on a nigga just like Wells Fargo
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| And if we ever go broke, we gon' call Carlos
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| And if we ever go broke, we going hard, hoe
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| And if we ever go broke, we going hard, hoe
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| I’m getting money, they can’t find me, think I’m Waldo
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| I’m flying packs to the trap, I’m shipping cargos
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| My migo, he gon' get me straight, I’m talking pronto
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| Sold a whole brick and bought a condo
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| Getting money in different time zones
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| Fuck a label, still on the grind, hoe
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| Go ahead, say it like what you write, homes
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| Back-to-back Benz, that’s my clone
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| Me and Pablo run the juugathon
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| Guap at the lot and he 'bout to put on
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| Fuck a bad bitch while you niggas watch porn
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| Trap don’t close 'til the whole pack gone
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| Walk into Magic, they ring the alarms
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| I’m 'bout to explode, they think that I’m a bomb
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| If them labels keep playing, we gon' get truckloads
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| 24/7, trap house open, never closed
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| And when that work touch down, I’ma call Pablo
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| And with the profit, we can go get some Gallardos
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| We got racks on a nigga just like Wells Fargo
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| And if we ever go broke, we gon' call Carlos
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| And if we ever go broke, we going hard, hoe
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| And if we ever go broke, we going hard, hoe |