Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song GWOP, artist - JAY1.
Date of issue: 08.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
GWOP |
Pull up to the place and make it pop |
My jigga said, «I think the money’s dropped» |
Now Rebecca’s on my celler 'cause she know’s I get the gwop |
Baby, did you know that I’m a boss? |
I’ma turn these dickheads into dust |
Shit then, money boppin' when I step, let’s make it lit then |
'Cause I grew up in the gutter with some sick men |
Why is everyone on Twitter tryna diss men? |
Stacking up this money taller than the ceiling |
Slap it on the table, then I bring my Gs in |
Take a trip to Birmingham and meet my sweet ting |
Yo, punk lickin' shit nigga, what ya dealin'? |
Big up One Wave, bruddah, that’s the army |
Do a fuck-off party, fill it up with barbies |
If she’s got a friend, then I’m rollin' with shawty |
The way you lick your lip up is makin' me horny |
Kick back lookin' like a baller, whippin' in a fast car |
Come a long way from the Gaza |
Splashed a couple hundreds on my Starter |
Baby, would you rather hot the Shard or go to Benihana? |
This one’s lookin' like a sweet ting |
Friend lookin' leng but she slapped when I asked her for a threesome |
Say that you got figures, let me see then |
Try to stay cool, but these dickheads used to givin' me a reason |
Wait |
My jigga said, «I think the money’s dropped» |
Now Rebecca’s on my celler 'cause she know’s I get the gwop |
Baby, did you know that I’m a boss? |
I’ma turn these dickheads into dust |
Shit then, money boppin' when I step, let’s make it lit then |
'Cause I grew up in the gutter with some sick men |
Why is everyone on Twitter tryna diss men? |
I’m too saucy with it, boujee with it |
GLC whippin' got me cruisin' in it |
You was at the top but now you’re losin', innit? |
JAY1 came and now your whole ting finished |
Ah call it jiggy when I bop |
Big brown back bounce, silly when it drops |
Book a flight, now I’m missin' with the squad |
Double JD and Coke got me kissin' up a thot |
I pull up in a phat whip bigger than yours |
And I ain’t touchin' up a knife, you just get one to your jaw |
Man can make a couple bangers cah the kids got the source |
And I ain’t even gotta rap, I grab the mic and I talk (Safe) |
I come through, hit the zoobie like, «What's poppin'?» |
Everybody’s talkin' greazy, but these pussies ain’t on nothin' |
Take a trip to Abu Dhabi, gyallie know that JAY1 poppin' |
Gucci rope around my body, thotty twist it own and buss it |
My jigga said, «I think the money’s dropped» |
Now Rebecca’s on my celler 'cause she know’s I get the gwop |
Baby, did you know that I’m a boss |
I’ma turn these dickheads into dust |
Shit then, money boppin' when I step, let’s make it lit then |
'Cause I grew up in the gutter with some sick men |
Why is everyone on Twitter tryna diss men? |