Guard Up lyrics

[Intro]
2Ezzy on some other sh*t
Y2, is that you?
Grrah, Faygo, yeah
Let's go Faygo

[Chorus]
I'm up, you drunk, b*tch, I don't give no f*cks (Woah)
I can't show no love, I got my guard up
Yeah, touch it, lil' baby, I'm feeling it (Woah, woah)
No, I do not give a f*ck about blendin' in
Chopper gon' turn that lil' n*gga to cinnamon
Skinny n*gga, man, I'm feeling like Slenderman
Hothead, yeah, she say that I'm ruthless (Doot)
I'm gonna leave his ass toothless, ah
Said she want me, better prove it, yeah
I get to that bag, I do it, yeah
I got a chopper, boy, don't do it
If you play with me you know I'ma shoot
Empty them pockets, you know I'ma loot (Yeah)
You ain't gotta like me, okay, cool, yeah

[Verse]
We got too much pride from this side to let you slide, n*gga
All my n*ggas gon' ride (Get back)
You better keep a spot (Yeah)
I got real ties, I got demons all in my insides
And I advise a n*gga step aside
And I'm a f*cking spider 'til I die
Damn, I'm tryna put my mama in a Wraith
Glock 22 f*ck up a b*tch n*gga day
I'm thuggin' with my n*ggas always
Broad day, we gon' make him pay
Bruh, I had to put these n*ggas back down
Couldn't find myself but I'm back now
Got the gang on speed-dial
They give that lil' boy a pat down
Tryna get my pops up in a Bentley
Tryna get my n*ggas out the traphouse
Talking down on the gang
You must really wanna see a n*gga blackout
Thinking Faygo gon' fall off?
Boy, you really gotta be cracked out (Blatt)
f*ck that sh*t, make 'em mad now (Blatt)
n*gga, it's gon' be a man down (Blatt, blatt)
[Chorus]
I'm up, you drunk, b*tch, I don't give no f*cks (Woah)
I can't show no love, I got my guard up
Yeah, touch it, lil' baby, I'm feeling it (Woah, woah)
No, I do not give a f*ck about blendin' in
Chopper gon' turn that lil' n*gga to cinnamon
Skinny n*gga, man, I'm feeling like Slenderman
Hothead, yeah, she say that I'm ruthless (Doot)
I'm gonna leave his ass toothless, ah
Said she want me, better prove it, yeah
I get to that bag, I do it, yeah
I got a chopper, boy, don't do it
If you play with me you know I'ma shoot
Empty them pockets, you know I'ma loot (Yeah)
You ain't gotta like me, okay, cool, yeah

[Outro]
We got too much pride from this side to let you slide