Guapo lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
(ChopHouzeOnTheTrack)
Yeah, slime
Slatt, Jeffery (Alright)

[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
All this money on me
b*tches wanna f*ck on me
And that's how it's 'sposed to be
Million dollars callin' me
I just f*cked her one time, why she foulin' me?
Why these pus*y n*ggas hatin'?
Why they wanna foul me?

[Chorus: Young Thug]
What you doin'? Playing with this guapo
Huh, and I got some guapo
Huh, and I got some nachos
Huh, mix it with some tacos
Huh, and I got some knowledge
And I got on Pradas
Huh, leave her with some guala
And they ain't got no dollars

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
Back and forth outer space like a cadet
Keep her away from me, she said I'm makin' her wet
Rockin' out my shows act like I'm Funkmaster Flex
Stuff it in my clothes, then I stuff in her next (Jeffery)
Found my tempo, stuff me some VVs on his neck (Yeah)
Found my tempo, put a Patek on my DJ (Who wanna DJ?)
f*ck is a n*gga doin'? (Doin') He f*ckin' 'round and die next (Die next)
Geeked out on the syrup, mixin' Ac' with High-Tech
[?] like Ostriches
I'm geeked up [?] autobiography
Nutted in her face, I don't do no marrying (Uh uh)
I just got a mink out the safari, yeah (Woohoo)
I can't do no friend, I almost liked the b*tch (Almost liked her)
I prepare for shootouts like Stojaković
Money, diamonds and pearls, I got a lot of sh*t (Money and the pearls)
We couldn't afford no meat and now we sloppy rich (Sloppy joe and some more)
[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug]
All this money on me
b*tches wanna f*ck on me
And that's how it's 'sposed to be
Million dollars callin' me
I just f*cked her one time, why she foulin' me?
Why these pus*y n*ggas hatin'?
Why they wanna foul me?

[Chorus: Young Thug]
What you doin'? Playing with this guapo
Huh, and I got some guapo
Huh, and I got some nachos
Huh, mix it with some tacos
Huh, and I got some knowledge
And I got on Pradas
Huh, leave her with some guala
And they ain't got no dollars

[Verse 2: Young Dolph]
I just pulled up in some sh*t that I can't even spell
Smoked a blunt, walked in Grandma house and she asked me "What's that smell?" (I don't know)
My bankroll overweight, don't stand next to me, your pockets too frail (Watch out)
My crib too mothaf*ckin' big, I don't never go upstairs (Damn)
I told that b*tch she can't get this di*k 'less she bring a couple of friends with her
Young n*gga ballin', yeah, every day my birthday, uh, every day Christmas
Every day lit (Lit), I'm young and I'm rich (Woah)
Your baby momma my size, b*tch
Ran them millions up, now they p*ssed (Ayy)
I got extra cake on my plate (Yeah)
I leave 'em no choice but to hate (For real)
If I sh*tted on you, my mistake (My bad)
I'm sippin' Activity, mane (Raw)
It got me movin' 'round in slow-mo (Mo)
But I count that money real fast though
My new b*tch ain't sh*t like my last ho
b*tch, I gave my momma somethin' to brag for
[Pre-Chorus: Young Thug & (Young Dolph)]
All this money on me (What?)
b*tches wanna f*ck on me
And that's how it's 'sposed to be
Million dollars callin' me (A million)
I just f*cked her one time (Once), why she foulin' me? (Uh)
Why these pus*y n*ggas hatin'? (Uh)
Why they wanna foul me? (Uh)

[Chorus: Young Thug]
What you doin'? Playing with this guapo
Huh, and I got some guapo
Huh, and I got some nachos
Huh, mix it with some tacos
Huh, and I got some knowledge
And I got on Pradas
Huh, leave her with some guala
And they ain't got no dollars