How you let a nigga in the feds out do you Your pockets in the red and I don't wanna talk to you If I ain't a millionaire then my lil boy can grow a pussy If Guwop ain't bout his business then Popeye must be a sissy And if you ain't getting money I don't

Hope it's no hard feelings (No hard feelings, hard feelings, hard feelings) I broke so many hearts Hope it's no hard feelings Southside on the track, yeah Evil Genius Gucci season Brrr! Brrr! Haha Guwop, wizop

Doo wop a doo wop, shoopi doobi doo wop All night long She give me Katchi Well, well, well It's been such a long day I'm kinda tired, bring your soothing arms my way My back is achin' and my body sore Don't stop, honey, you know that I want more Oh

Gucci on my tip (Guwop), nut right on her nipple (bah) Young nigga with them M's (young nigga), I get disrespectful (hey) Treat y'all all the same (yah), none of y'all bitches ain't special (nah) Keep your mouth closed, little bitch I might bless you

Why not believe in me? You got to believe in somethin' Doodle wop a-rat-a-tat boom Take the chain off your brain I'll make the sound of a jet plane zoom I'll make the sound of a fire What have I, I done to you To make you mean And treat me the way you do?

Sucking my dick, yeah, the sloppy, the toppy The voppy, the woppy, she a skeezer, uh She off of the Molly, I'm off-ing them shawties I'm catching a body, she want all of the blue Hundreds I'm thumbin', I'm busting, she suckin' Can somebody pass me a

I get a whole lotta guap (guap) Whole lotta, whole lotta, whole lotta guap (guap) Whole lotta honeys (ooh) Too many bands, I can't thumb it (ooh) I got a crib at the top (top) Brother, he stay on the block (what) Brother, he sip on the wop (what) I'm

Tutti frutti, oh rootie Wop bop a loo bop a lop bom bom! Tutti frutti, oh rootie, ooh I got a gal, named Sue, she knows just what to do Boy you don't know what she do to me Wop bop a loo bop a lop ba ba! She rock to the East, she rock to the West She is

Gwop expenses, gwop expenses The watch expensive, watch expensive And shit's so tense, I watch them tensin' It's big bad H and Wretch just stepped in So watch them fence, yutes hop them fences And watch them flex, and watch them flexes Your man's still

But I be on some real shit, but I be on some real shit Baby I'm a rich ass nigga, never said I was gon' be easy to deal with it Guwop! Wiz! Taylor Gang, 1-0-1-7 Ridin' around, blowin' so much dope But I'm always handlin' business Way too high don't pick