Testi Guap - j $tash

Guap

I just like to flex
I just get the guap
Running up a check, I’ma drop the top
Baby gimme neck, you know I want some top
You ain’t tryna fuck, then baby don’t just stop
Flipping and getting the work
Sipping protein with the syrup
Look at my Givenchy shirt
What that nigga talking 'bout
Shoot that nigga where it hurts
Getting paid like the first
I did all that shit first
I be feeling like I’m cursed
I’ma take it till I make it
I ain’t going out like space ghost, bitch
Money bring you all the power
I do not hang with cowards
I just came out of Broward
My lil' hoe like to travel
My new crib like a castle
Fuck ya' bitch with no hassle
Damn J, why you did it to 'em you an asshole
I took that bitch, out ya' head cause I can tell that lil' bitch was a hand full
Chuck the bitch out and get it
Everyday I got all my ears expensive
Foreign whip it ain’t rented
No tint
Get lean out in Texas
Big booty bitch, named Alexis
Eh, my dick up for
Hold up, diamonds looking precious
Flexing out the drop, and it ain’t got no top
I’m serving, swerving all day gotta get the guap
I hit a stain on my plug took some right out the tire
I told her I ain’t tryna fuck tonight, I want some top
I just like to flex
I just get the guap
Running up a check, I’ma drop the top
Baby gimme neck, you know I want some top
You ain’t tryna fuck, then baby then baby don’t just stop
I be getting all of the guap
I still run from the cops
Dope all in my socks
I just bought my bitch a fox
My shoes come with
I just pulled off the lot
I rock the shit that you not
Raf Simon shoes, yeah it cost me a lot
I’m what it is, so fuck what the cost
I’m dripping flavor, I’m spilling sauce
In the strip club and she bouncing it on me
Blue hundreds and you know that they
Niggas is phony, this forty is on me
My diamonds is gloom
Sauce, eh yah, these niggas can’t hold me
I got a bad bitch, she so magic
She get on top me, I don’t want her to stop
I think he mad, I took his bitch out of his drop
I know that he hot
I smoke that gas by the crop
I put that lean on the rocks
Heard your last song, yeah it flop
You is not dripping so stop
I send shooters to the houses
I do talks with the bosses
to get it bsck
I’m in the Audi, J $tash in the Jag
Two hundred all on the dash
Goyard belt, Supreme bags
Sauced up, I’m getting cash
Rizoo turn up on a hater
I was broke now I’m getting that paper
I just like to flex
I just get the guap
Running up a check, I’ma drop the top
Baby gimme neck, you know I want some top
You ain’t tryna fuck, then baby then baby don’t just stop