Feel Like Guwop lyrics

[Intro]
Ola
What you on, n*gga?
n*gga got back on that
No cap
High as f*ck, ain't gon' lie to you
No cap
f*ck these n*ggas, roll 'em

[Chorus]
Feel like Guwop, get your shooter shot
Chopstick in my hand like the waitress brought some sushi out
sh*t-bag, smell like dookie out
Face shot, get your pimple popped
Think sh*t 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 pus*y, I'ma smell that
You servin', you can't sell that

[Verse 1]
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
sh*t went bad, Tuesday turned mayday
Out the red store, it was a ricochet
I had the Glock, I had to pop
n*gga 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, n*gga, real right
If I ain't set trip, I wouldn't feel right
[Chorus]
Feel like Guwop, get your shooter shot
Chopstick in my hand like the waitress brought some sushi out (n*gga, you'll get chopped)
sh*t-bag, smell like dookie out
Face shot, get your pimple popped
Think sh*t 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 pus*y, I'ma smell that
You servin', you can't sell that

[Verse 2]
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 di*k (Take di*k)
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)
f*ck that sh*t, send a n*gga 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 n*ggas got parvo, all mine smoke good, gelato
Free Petey, yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Pablo
[Chorus]
Feel like Guwop, get your shooter shot (Feel like Guwop)
Chopstick in my hand like the waitress brought some sushi out (Yes, on God)
sh*t-bag, smell like dookie out
Face shot, get your pimple popped
Think sh*t funny, your dimple shot
Ain't a mechanic, but I drill a lot (b*tch)
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 pus*y, I'ma smell that
You servin', you can't sell that (You pus*y)

[Outro]
Shells over there
Like some eggs hatched