Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Guwop , by - Young Thug. Song from the album JEFFERY, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 25.08.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: 300 Entertainment
Song language: English
Guwop |
| I done put 20 up under the SIG |
| You dig, you dig |
| You dig |
| That boy Cassius |
| Ayy |
| Wheezy Beatz |
| Hey |
| I done put 20 inside the SIG (You dig) |
| I pull up on you and I pop at your kid (You dig) |
| I pull up to your block and I pop at your wig (You dig) |
| I hopped out the coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch (You dig, you dig, you dig) |
| Since I was a youngin I been gettin' dough (You dig, you dig) |
| I count my backend and I turn up the show (You dig, you dig) |
| I want hella Xans, they get me off (You dig, you dig) |
| I put the V neck on my team, yeah (You dig, you dig, you dig, you dig, hey) |
| I dig everything that you sayin' |
| I dig everything that you doin' too |
| I dig the way that you look at me |
| You dig the way that I look at you |
| I just wanna grab on your butt butt |
| The seat in the Benz, the Chanel Clutch |
| The FN, it give him a haircut |
| I roll up a seven of John Dutch |
| That big booty bounce on the dick and it broke |
| I don't gotta act like a gangster and she know, dope |
| My Backwood look like a pole, yeah |
| My Backwood look like a pole |
| I sit on clouds of the smoke |
| I'ma blow pounds of the smoke |
| Pardon me, pardon my soul |
| I crack a smile for them folks, ayy |
| Niggas they eatin' in broad day |
| In that ho mouth like a Colgate, yeah |
| Keepin' that cold case, God, please give me that cold case |
| Man, I don't want no new friends, forgive me for all of my sins |
| I don’t wanna think about losin', all I wanna do is win win (Hey) |
| I done put 20 inside the SIG (You dig) |
| I pull up on you and I pop at your kid (You dig) |
| I pull up to your block and I pop at your wig (You dig) |
| I hopped out the coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch (You dig, you dig, you dig) |
| Since I was a youngin I been gettin' dough (You dig, you dig) |
| I count my backend and I turn up the show (You dig, you dig) |
| I want hella Xans, they get me off (You dig, you dig) |
| I put the V neck on my team, yeah (You dig, you dig, you dig, you dig, hey) |
| Without the radio it's 20 a show and that's for sure |
| Get that backend, bitch, we buyin' dope, that's how it go |
| Black Amigos, 'bout the Freebandz, that .44 |
| I could cook the dope with no stove, pot on the floor (Yeah) |
| Pull up in that coupe, shit (Skrr) |
| Nigga like, "Damn, where the roof went?" |
| In the streets they call me JAY-Z (Yeah) |
| Lil bitch, I got the blueprint |
| Lil nigga, I don't want no old hundreds |
| You know I want them blue strips (Count up) |
| And I can't fuck you old hoes |
| I'm ballin' with my new bitch (Yeah) |
| You dig that? |
| 200,000 worth of chain and that's a fact |
| Got my name in this rap game by sellin' crack |
| Rest in peace to OG Double D, you dig that, slime |
| I done put 20 inside the SIG (You dig) |
| I pull up on you and I pop at your kid (You dig) |
| I pull up to your block and I pop at your wig (You dig) |
| I hopped out the coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch (You dig, you dig, you dig) |
| Since I was a youngin I been gettin' dough (You dig, you dig) |
| I count my backend and I turn up the show (You dig, you dig) |
| I want hella Xans, they get me off (You dig, you dig) |
| I put the V neck on my team, yeah (You dig, you dig, you dig, you dig, hey) |
| (Quavo) |
| Shoot out the coupe (Pew-pew) |
| Shoot out the roof (Shoot out the roof) |
| Pull up and smash on her |
| We don't got to put a bag on her |
| I took your ho, you dig? |
| (You dig?) |
| I told her hold the Sig (SIG) |
| Had big bales, midget (Big bales) |
| Now you can't say I ain't got millions (Ayy) |
| Swam with the sharks, water (Splash) |
| You be law and order (12) |
| I be gettin' money every mornin', Tom Joyner (Uh) |
| I heard you gettin' money |
| But you payin' em niggas extortin' ya (Dig) |
| You pay for your fame and fortune (Huh) |
| You pay for your fame and fortune |
| I am the plug, cordless (Brr) |
| Pull up with blazers, Portland (Brr) |
| I pay the neighbors (Cash) |
| To pick up the dope on they porches (Dope, uh) |
| I came from nickels, I came from nickels |
| My niggas don't know you, we do not fuck with you |
| I've been in the system, I've been in a pickle |
| You dig me like shovels, I gotta fuck with you |
| Ayy |