Always Making Guap Lyrics

Yeah, shit, shit, yeah, shit, bitch, this some young, rich, real shit

Man, I'm known for catching plays like I'm Edelman (shit)

If you got some problems, bro, we can settle them

You still playing paintball, but we metal them

I don't fight bullets .223, they can wrestle them

Phone backed up like a traffic jam (damn)

That's a pixie stick, bro, you smokin' a half a gram

Run the money up three ways, I don't have to scam

How you 20 years old and you don't have a plan

Bitch, that can't be me

Cuzzy cookin' up the chicken like KFC

Only time I beg is for money to stay with me

I'm always making guap, bitch, what's an AMG (what)

You put up zero on the stat sheet (zero)

You ain't a baller, how you claimin' you an athlete (why)

Ran my money up like I was at a track meet

Made what you made last year in the past week

Broke boy outta luck, I guess the jig is up

Bitch tryna ride the dick, I told her giddy up (bitch)

You not makin' sense, Curtis, put the 50 up

Not gonna stop gettin' money till my city up (bitch)

I was tryna go up, she blew my fiddle down (down)

Me and Vxncey in the stu' up in Middletown

I'm the Joker so you won't see a riddle round (shit)

Me and the opps not congruent, there's no middle ground

Me and AT in the scat and we gon' figure eight

Might just fuck around and find out how her sister tastes (bitch)

Me and bro at 16 tryna split an eighth (bitch)

He was tryna catch a body and the trigger jank (what)

Shit, I guess he outta luck (damn)

I was tryna make some plays, you was tryna fuck (uhh)

You quit the game at halftime like you Andrew Luck (what)

I was tryna run the fade but you was tryna duck (bitch)

Bitch, get over here

Smokin' Airheads when I shoot, it go nowhere near

RSVP, bitch, there's no photos here

I'm rockin' Fear of God, bitch, but I show no fear (bitch)

You not up anymore, you had that one scam (what)

How they tear the whole gang off with one ham (one)

And your son ran, bitch, when the gun jam

I'm the one punch king at your card slam (shit)

You ain't up anymore, there's no PPP (shit)

Now you tryna get gas, but you got EBT (broke)

Moonwalkin' so I'm feelin' like I'm DDG (what)

Run up on me, I'mma shoot feel like CP3 (bitch)

Kicked out, shitty landlord (bitch)

I'm not sending money back, I'm the scam lord (scam)

She was only actin' fan on the camcord (bitch)

If you ain't ten toes, what you stand for

Keep on thumbin' through these blues, got my hands sore (thumb)

Your homie watchin' while you eat is your man's poor (broke)

I was more out of pocket than a pants store

And the bitch tryna kick it on the dance floor (shit)

How you know I be makin' moves

Put it in her mouth after we fuck, make her taste the lube (shit)

You got a whole fuckin' gang of prudes

Shorty hop on the dick like a kangaroo

She got pregnant, had to show her what the hanger do (damn)

Damn, gave a bitch enough rope just to hang a dude (damn)

Damn, spinnin' in the scat like a whirlwind

Ain't finna catch a case, bitch, I had my girl spin (bitch)

I touched 10K, bitch, in my third bin

Got a G17, it's a third gen

I'mma see it through one eye like I'm Fetty Wap (what)

Got that gas for the low like a Getty shop (shit)

I just copped a new piece, gotta test the glock

Keep on buyin' designer when the fetty stop

Unky cookin' up the crack, told me get the pot

I'm really comin' out, bitch, if you ready not

Gotta make some plays, told her get up

Unlock the back door, he get set up (why)

Like we only makin' blues, throw the red up

And my pocket's really filled with the dead stuff

Bitch, this some, young, rich, real shit

Up in Middletown, with this shit