Gwuopy lyrics

[Intro: Poundside Pop]
Yeah, she know Pop get a lot
Yeah, yeah
Oh, uh, 5ive
Count up a whole lot of racks
I get the guapy
Whole lotta
Yeah

[Chorus: Poundside Pop]
b*tches know I get the guap (I get the guapy)
b*tches know I get the guap (I get the guap)
She know Pop got a lot (I got a lot)
She know Pop got a lot (I get the guapy)
b*tch, I be throwin' up 5's (Throwin' up 5's)
2500 my block (My block)
b*tches know Pop keep the guap (I get the guap), yeah
b*tches know I got the Glock, yeah (I got the Glock)
I made a lot off the block (I made a lot), yeah
I made a lot off the block (I made a lot), yeah
Young n*gga whippin' the pot (Whippin' the whip), yeah
I whip that sh*t 'til it lock (What?)
Young n*ggas sellin' them rocks (Sellin' them rocks)
I put that sh*t on the block (sh*t on the block)
I made a lot off the block (I made a lot), yeah
b*tches know Pop get the guap (I get the guap)
b*tches know I get the guap (I get the guapy)
b*tches know I get the guap (I get the guap)
She know Pop got a lot (I got a lot)
She know Pop got a lot (I got a lot)
b*tch, I be throwin' up 5's (Throwin' up 5's)
2500 my block (My block)
b*tches know Pop keep the guap (I get the guap)
b*tches know I got the Glock, yeah (I got the Glock)
I made a lot off the block (I made a lot), yeah
I made a lot off the block (I made a lot), yeah
Young n*gga whippin' the pot (Whippin' the whip), yeah
I whip that sh*t 'til it lock (What?)
Young n*ggas sellin' them rocks (Sellin' them rocks)
I put that sh*t on the block (sh*t on the block)
I made a lot off the block (I made a lot)
b*tches know Pop get the guap (I get the guapy)
[Verse 1: Poundside Pop]
(What? What? Yeah)
Open the moshie (Open the moshie), yeah
n*ggas can't stop me (n*ggas can't)
I used to trap out that alley (I used to trap out that)
(Yeah, what? What? Yeah)
She know Pop get the guap (I get the guap)
She know I got a lot (I got a lot), yeah
She know I got the Glock (I got the Glock), yeah
b*tches keep fallin' for Pop
b*tches be digging my watch
n*ggas be stealin' my style
n*ggas depending on Pop
I move the grams on the block
I feed the fam out the block
Smokers keep callin' for rocks, yeah
I go on tour for the guap, yeah
Pour up a four or a five, yeah
I put the pound on the five, yeah
I got these motherf*ckers hot, yeah
My bro on the run from the cops
I gotta move with the dark
Pop got a sponsor by Glock
Chiefy come through with the mop
I drive the Lambos a lot, yeah
I'm in a Lamb' sippin' Wock, yeah
These b*tches get naked for Pop, yeah, yeah, yeah
b*tches know I get the guapo (I get the guapo), yeah
My b*tch Dominicano (Dominicano), yeah
I got this b*tch in Morocco (Morocco), yeah
I made that b*tch call me guapo (b*tch, call me guapo), yeah
I got that work like El Chapo (El Chapo), yeah
I drive a truck on an oppo (The oppo), yeah
I took the Zoo to the toppo (To the toppo), yeah
n*ggas ain't drippin' like Popo be, yeah
[Chorus: Poundside Pop]
b*tches know I get the guap (I get the guapy)
b*tches know I get the guap (I get the guap)
She know Pop got a lot (I got a lot)
She know Pop got a lot (I get the guapy)
b*tch, I be throwin' up 5's (Throwin' up 5's)
2500 my block (My block)
b*tches know Pop keep the guap (I get the guap), yeah
b*tches know I got the Glock, yeah (I got the Glock)
I made a lot off the block (I made a lot), yeah
I made a lot off the block (I made a lot), yeah
Young n*gga whippin' the pot (Whippin' the whip), yeah
I whip that sh*t 'til it lock (What?)
Young n*ggas sellin' them rocks (Sellin' them rocks)
I put that sh*t on the block (sh*t on the block)
I made a lot off the block (I made a lot), yeah
b*tches know, hey

[Verse 2: Lancey Foux]
b*tch, you know I get the guap (Yeah)
And it ain't never gon' stop
Yeah, I Rollie her wrist, f*ck a rock
Yeah, been stackin' a lot, can't fit in the safe
Can't wait 'til the Cybertruck drop it’s a race
Paddle shifts in the M4, it's a chase
Just bought a crib, so this money ain't waste
You got somethin' to say 'til I'm in your face (sh*t)
Guapy, tell me who gonna stop me? (Stop)
Little man, talk to me properly (Huh?)
Ice on me, I'm playin' hockey (Yeah)
Already died, can't drop me, uh
Me and Poundside like the lottery (Yeah)
Throwin' pound signs in the lobby (Yeah)
Philly to London, we get the guapy
Infiniti truck 45 in the front seat
She want a n*gga that's bossy
Been livin' a movie, sh*t ain't Jumanji
Yeah, everything costly
My n*ggas'll slime you out, trust me (Huh)
But don't trust me (Yeah)
In the mirror, lookin' at money now, suddenly
I can never be ugly (Yeah)
[Chorus: Poundside Pop]
b*tches know I get the guap (I get the guap)
b*tches know I get the guap (I get the guap)
She know Pop got a lot (I got a lot)
She know Pop got a lot (I got a lot)
b*tch, I be throwin' up 5's (Throwin' up 5's)
2500 my block (My block)
b*tches know Pop keep the guap (I get the guap), yeah
b*tches know I got the Glock (I got the Glock)
I made a lot off the block (I made a lot)
I made a lot off the block (I made a lot), yeah
Young n*gga whippin' the pot (Whippin' the whip), yeah
I whip that sh*t 'til it lock (What?)
Young n*ggas sellin' them rocks (Sellin' them rocks)
I put that sh*t on the block (sh*t on the block)
I made a lot off the block (I made a lot)
b*tches know Pop get the guap (I get the guapy)