In love with the guap
Yeah
Ran from 12
I hopped over fences
I was a kid running from cops
I'll never forget it
I had spoiled my bitch in Hermes
Ain't no Mark Jacobs
I was in Florida he started a problem
So I knocked out the jit
I make millions upon millions
On them business trips
Yacht party
Fifty hoes
Casamigos hit their system
Your genetics good
Best bring your sisters
On an island vibe
We in Barbados
You been behind me
I know I'm gon get it
My mind it been made up
Every time I dress my fit is black
Like Undertakers
My hoodie oversized
It's Bottega Venetta
(Bottega Bottega)
Yeah
I'm gon tote my pistol till I die
Y'all chatting shit you full of it
Y'all niggas ain't doing nun
Keep on going until the world is mine
I don't know what I'd do
If I lost one of mine
Prolly lose my mind
Yeah
Really wish I could go back in time
Like 2016 times was just simple then
If I knew what I knew now man
I would be a billionaire
No denying that
Damn it's been five years since I been sober
V8 on my car now remember I had the Corolla
(Corolla Corolla)
To make it right there on top
I'd move boulders
My girl mad I live like a star
Give me cold shoulder
Shot that man up on his block
Turned him to an organ doner
Woo
Mono Mono
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In love with the guap
Yeah
Ran from 12
I hopped over fences
I was a kid running from cops
I'll never forget it
I had spoiled my bitch in Hermes
Ain't no Mark Jacobs
I was in Florida he started a problem
So I knocked out the jit
I make millions upon millions
On them business trips
Yacht party
Fifty hoes
Casamigos hit their system
Your genetics good
Best bring your sisters
On an island vibe
We in Barbados
You been behind me
I know I'm gon get it
My mind it been made up
Every time I dress my fit is black
Like Undertakers
My hoodie oversized
It's Bottega Venetta
(Bottega Bottega)
Yeah
I'm gon tote my pistol till I die
Y'all chatting shit you full of it
Y'all niggas ain't doing nun
Keep on going until the world is mine
I don't know what I'd do
If I lost one of mine
Prolly lose my mind
Yeah
Really wish I could go back in time
Like 2016 times was just simple then
If I knew what I knew now man
I would be a billionaire
No denying that
Damn it's been five years since I been sober
V8 on my car now remember I had the Corolla
(Corolla Corolla)
To make it right there on top
I'd move boulders
My girl mad I live like a star
Give me cold shoulder
Shot that man up on his block
Turned him to an organ doner
Woo
Mono Mono
Yeah
Ran from 12
I hopped over fences
I was a kid running from cops
I'll never forget it
I had spoiled my bitch in Hermes
Ain't no Mark Jacobs
I was in Florida he started a problem
So I knocked out the jit
I make millions upon millions
On them business trips
Yacht party
Fifty hoes
Casamigos hit their system
Your genetics good
Best bring your sisters
On an island vibe
We in Barbados
You been behind me
I know I'm gon get it
My mind it been made up
Every time I dress my fit is black
Like Undertakers
My hoodie oversized
It's Bottega Venetta
(Bottega Bottega)
Yeah
I'm gon tote my pistol till I die
Y'all chatting shit you full of it
Y'all niggas ain't doing nun
Keep on going until the world is mine
I don't know what I'd do
If I lost one of mine
Prolly lose my mind
Yeah
Really wish I could go back in time
Like 2016 times was just simple then
If I knew what I knew now man
I would be a billionaire
No denying that
Damn it's been five years since I been sober
V8 on my car now remember I had the Corolla
(Corolla Corolla)
To make it right there on top
I'd move boulders
My girl mad I live like a star
Give me cold shoulder
Shot that man up on his block
Turned him to an organ doner
Woo
Mono Mono
Writer: Gavin McGovern
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