Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Feel Like Guwop, artist - Ola Runt. Date of issue: 27.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Feel Like Guwop |
| Ola |
| What you on, nigga? |
| Nigga got back on that |
| No cap |
| High as fuck, ain’t gon' lie to you |
| No cap |
| 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 |
| 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 twenty-six (Twenty-six grams, ho) |
| Got fifty opps, least tonight twenty gon' get hit (Twenty 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 |
| 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 |