Ayy, I'm a real dope boy I might mix up the Dickies with Gucci and Fendi My kicks, they Balenci, and G-Star my jeans just to hold up the glizzy My choppa bad bitch, I might buy her some titties And I fuck with Bloods if I ain't red like [?] And I fuck with Crips, they got hustle like Nipsey And that blicky, you won't catch me slippin' Don't tempt me 'cause I really up and get busy Ride with extensions, got 30s and 50s Too many shots to be missin' Bitch, we the young n****s turnt in this city I hit a bitch with a quickie, skrrt off and I'm leavin' I leave the ho then she text me she miss mе Alright, when the ho eat thе jimmy, she know not to kiss me She swallow that cream like she eatin' at Krispy
[Post-Chorus: Guapo] Ayy, Percocet 30, this bih got me itchin' These rappers be actors like they was on Disney
[Verse: Maxo Kream] I'm thumbin' through commas, blue hunnids, pink fifties My jewelry per-summer, I'm flyin', I'm Crippin' Rock Givenchy and Fendi and Louis and Gucci I'm gangsta and bougie, rock Balencis with Dickies Choosy like Susie, your bitch wanna do me Can't make love to a groupie, I bust me a quickie Might fuck up the city with pounds of the Keisha like Brandy, Moesha My trap fat like Nicki Big run wanna a [?] , I'm servin' that smoke When I come to the gas, kick your grass like I'm Stanley Hellcats and Maybachs, we drive 'em like Camrys My diamonds canary, my wrist band named Jerry I'm shinin', you see me, might blind you like Stevie Put diamond Vvs in my tooth like a fairy Beat the pussy like Springer, she callin' me Jerry Keep a yellow-bone diva look like Halle Berry She look like a singer, she totin' my Nina She holdin' my fire, Mariah, she carry Slide by opp block with the mop, I'ma clean it I don't do the drive-by, park the car, hop out Whatchu really talkin' 'bout? Pop trunk, grab the pump Call me Dj Unk, I'll walk a n**** out
[Chorus: Guapo] Ayy, I'm a real dope boy I might mix up the Dickies with Gucci and Fendi My kicks, they Balenci, and G-Star my jeans just to hold up the glizzy My choppa bad bitch, I might buy her some titties And I fuck with Bloods if I ain't red like [?] And I fuck with Crips, they got hustle like Nipsey And that blicky, you won't catch me slippin' Don't tempt me 'cause I really up and get busy Ride with extensions, got 30s and 50s Too many shots to be missin' Bitch, we the young n****s turnt in this city I hit a bitch with a quickie, skrrt off and I'm leavin' I leave the ho then she text me she miss me Alright, when the ho eat the jimmy, she know not to kiss me She swallow that cream like she eatin' at Krispy
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