Big Guap Lyrics

Its Juke

Hey

Yeah

Big guap

I speak it to existence

Nigga stop

Im balling like a Piston

No nigga close to me I gotta keep my distance

Ain't no approaching me I blow him better listen

No nigga coaching me and I don't need no adderall

Stripped out his clothes if he move then he gotta fall

I bust a move it was smooth

Neck waterfall

I been a gangsta from the streets to the chow hall

Twenty one shots know it sound off

Hit him with the bullets make a nigga do a round off

And I

Still got it for the low

I was posted by the store

Keep the sack in my sock

Got my heat it was cold

Yeah niggas wilding like they off the psychedelics

I be getting hella relish

Ran off with his boo and he was hella jealous

Fronted you the pack and boy you better sell it

If you cannot get it to the destination imma mail it

Looking like a king when I'm dripping in the Dolce

Say she wanna suck a young nigga I tell her otay

Turn into a freak when I'm pouring up the Rozay

Now we in the VIP and I'm tryna get some mo' face

No time for a broken hoe

I can't be no sentimental

Say she like my slow vibes

Somewhere I was in her dental

All we cook is good dope

Plotting on a instrumental

My mama told me lay low

And now I'm pushing in a rental

Look how I'm living

I had to make a decision

To see that boy fall know they wishing

And they stop me for pictures

And bitch if you fine don't use filters

It's sushi hibachi my dinner

You know I don't tip her

You know these niggas ride the wave

Ride the wave

Play slow then you can die today

Die today

Im patient nigga got away

Got away

You hoes too close please back away

Back away

Big guap

I speak it to existence

Nigga stop

Im balling like a Piston

No nigga close to me I gotta keep my distance

Ain't no approaching me I blow him better listen

No nigga coaching me and I don't need a addy

What's that in them jeans it's a fatty

A crack rock go to fiends in a baggy

And I be trapping I make more than your daddy oh

J's knocking at the front door I'm on the patio

Nigga want the pressure we got beef like Krabby Patty tho

Ten stacks in these skinny jeans got 'em baggy tho

If its smoke with a nigga in my camp yeah we crashing hoe

Big guap

Nigga stop

Wristwatch

It's juke