Gwuapanese ft. 3300grim Lyrics

The way that I'm feeling right now I don't see nobody stopping me

I'm riding 'round with shooter & couple more shooters that's following me

I told you this life is a game & we play this shit like monopoly

Broke ass nigga I don't know your language I only know how to speak gwuapenese

I just walked in this bitch with my weapon

With them racks in my pocket I'm flexing

You know I do this shit for the essence

Down bad remember I was just stressing

She wanna fuck on my drip I be dressing

Hit that hoe then get her out of my presence Young nigga but they call me a legend

Drank with the molly you see how I'm teching

You see how I'm thumbing my nigga

You know how I'm coming my nigga

I stay getting hundreds

Your bitch wanna suck on me nigga

She wanna come fuck on me nigga

That shit on the bucket list

That lil bitty shit that you got got me chuckling

Pussy ass nigga I ain't with the fuckery

I'll murder anything just bring me the beat & I'll walk in this bitch with my motherfucking cutlery

I need the funds boy I only speak gwuapenese

Play with the glock nigga it could get ugly

Niggas can't fuck with me 'less they talking bout some bucks with me

Nigga I don't got no love in me?

Bitch can you suck on me baby you don't gotta fuck with me

Baby you honestly ugly

The way that I'm feeling right now I don't see nobody stopping me

I'm riding 'round with shooter & couple more shooters that's following me

I told you this life is a game & we play this shit like monopoly

Broke ass nigga I don't know your language I only know how to speak gwuapenese

I just walked in this bitch with my weapon

With them racks in my pocket I'm flexing

You know I do this shit for the essence

Down bad remember I was just stressing

She wanna fuck on my drip I be dressing

Hit that hoe then get her out of my presence Young nigga but they call me a legend

Drank with the molly you see how I'm teching

Drank with the molly you see how a nigga tech up when a nigga pull up on the ave

Don't come with that fuck shit a nigga run up in my trap he gone get his ass shot or get stabbed

I think I should major in math

I can't stop thinking 'bout calculations & them numbers

I had to grind hard all summer

I keep a thuka on me for the drama

Clientele pull up & buy

Think about robbing young nigga just pull up & try

It's gone be so much popping & booming a nigga gone think it was 4th of July

I lace the blunt with R-Kelly this shit that I'm smoking make me believe that I can fly

I told her lil baby you talkin too much & I'm just tryna fuck & I can't even lie

I don't even gotta rap

Hollywood

Whoa (Whoa)

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