guap baby lyrics

"Four3va, where's the ATM at?"

[Chorus]
All I know is guap, yeah
I'm tryna count them dividends
Yeah, these n*ggas run up, on God, I’m clutchin' like Michelin
Drank cup, n*gga, what you sippin' in?
Back up n*gga, yeah, you riskin' it
These n*ggas don't know what realness is
Mama, said that I be killin' that sh*t, yeah
Bad Miami b*tch, she tryna feel on my di*k
Perc thirty in, now I'm feelin' that sh*t
Yeah, I'm scared n*gga, like a new thriller and sh*t
n*ggas be like "Che, yeah, I'm feelin' that sh*t"
Best really splittin' the bill in this b*tch
I took a trip to Miami, n*ggas talk down and we killin' 'em quick
Yeah, Bryson Tiller, yeah, I'm singin' and sh*t
Groupie b*tches got me sick as the sh*t
Sorry baby, but you got left on dеlivered
All thesе runners runnin' round like a crip
Head on a swivel, n*gga, I can't slip
Juggin' that shooter, n*gga, off the rip
True Religion on my body, I'm hip
These n*ggas stealin' the swag and the drip
Shoot a n*gga, I don't care if he R.I.P
f*ck no, I ain't smokin' on nic'
These n*ggas gon' hope on the wave like a bunny
No, I can't run out of money, yeah
Trap house jumpin', ayy
It's a savage hunter, ayy
I feel, oh so lucky, ayy, eyuh, eyuh-yuh-yuh-yuh
[Bridge]
Trap house jumpin', ayy, take oxy, oh sh*t, ayy (Uh-uh)
Lyin’ on it, stop all that lyin’ and sh*t (Oh sh*t, oh sh*t)
Back up off my phone like (Back up, back up)
Not gon’ lie, back up, for real (Back up, back up)

[Chorus]
All I know is guap, yeah
I'm tryna count them dividends
Yeah, these n*ggas run up, on God, I’m clutchin' like Michelin
Drank cup, n*gga, what you sippin' in?
Back up n*gga, yeah, you riskin' it
These n*ggas don't know what realness is
f*ck n*gga, I'm as real as it get
Juggin' that shooter, n*gga, off the rip
True Religion on my body, I'm hip
These n*ggas stealin' the swag and the drip
Shoot a n*gga, I don't care if he R.I.P
f*ck no, I ain't smokin' on nic'
These n*ggas gon' hope on the wave like a bunny
You know I can't run out of money, yeah
Trap house jumpin', ayy
It's a savage hunter, ayy
I feel, oh so lucky, ayy
They don' wan' smoke they duckin', ayy
Turn nothin' to somethin', ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy