2016 ft. Prod. 007 & Prod. Drixx Lyrics

You don't even know what to do with guap

I don't even know what to do, I stop

I don't do gas no more, I'm sippin' that wok

Re-rock in my pocket and in my sock

And you know that I pull up in poke her

Bitch, I'm ballin' so hard like I'm Joker

And you changin' your colors like ochre

And I want that money like I'm Oprah

I don't want no fame, no shame, no games, no lames

I ain't gon' lie, these niggas be pussy, I ain't tryna give game

Yeah, I ain't worried bout you, Im worried bout me, man, I stay in my lane

And stay down with the gang, you already know I don't change

Yeah, I already know I don't change

Bitch, you gettin' on my nerve just like Pam

She say Marko, you sippin' on jam

I want chicken, I don't want no lamb

Give whatever I got to the fam

Yeah, cause I don't want shit though

Man, I'm chasin' this bread and I want my money to be worth more than Rock's Peoples elbow

Yeah

You don't even know what to do with guap

I don't even know what to do, I stop

I don't do gas no more, I'm sippin' that wok

Re-rock in my pocket and in my sock

You don't even know what to do with guap

I don't even know what to do, I stop

I don't do gas no more, I'm sippin' that wok

Re-rock in my pocket and in my sock