Gee Guap - Motion Picture Lyrics

I will tell you this Joe
You will never never in life
Meet a hater
Doing better than you
That's a fact
Ever
Gang
Uh
Damn uh
Motion picture trap nigga might just f*ck your Ho'
Glock 23 fresh out the store
Designer closet man I got this shit on
Down for my brother man right or wrong
Can't duck the switch bitch count the bag
We slide in silence like the hitman
007 get you hit man Drac hit the block
Air that bitch out like the pest man
F*ck good can't turn it down
Bitch eat me up while I bag the dope
My brothers in the back can't back door me Nigga
Paid 'n full money making Guap
Slide to the A get them bows off
I was a lil nigga with them blicks and all
Seen my ex bitch with my new bitch bitch Looking sick
DND bitch don't hit my celly phone
Want a hand out you a nigga like me
Raise your rod up trying to t-shirt a nigga
We pledge to the B bitch pledge to the G
Can't front it baby I ain't nothing like them
Slide the old school down the block beat it Down with the 15s
Quake the hood lil nigga
High or low what you want?
Begging ass nigga you give me f*cking junkie
Vibes
Give a f*ck 'bout a friend give a f*ck about Them people
I cut ties with anybody nigga
Uh Cougar bitch hit my phone all she want is Bone
F*cked my bag up took a L with my head high
Switching lanes in the red eye
Pissed off want redemption nigga
God be sending signs like don't wack a nigga He a pussy nigga he a bitch nigga he ain't Taking shit
Man shoot from the back come from out his
Chest
From time to time pull her tracks out
In the SUV Track I'm switching them lanes
I be serving loud
Blow the bass out your trunk
A R pistol blick fye fye
Motion picture trap nigga might just f*ck your Ho'
Glock 23 fresh out the store
Designer closet man I got this shit on
Down for my brother man right or wrong
Can't duck the switch bitch count the bag
We slide in silence like the hitman
007 get you hit man Drac hit the block
Air that bitch out like the pest man
What's the rest got the A R stick put up in the Bed
Sleeping like the mob Glock by the headboard
Man creep in this crib you a dead boy
I ain't hitting below I get highscores
Control a bit' like a GameBoy
What you repping boy what you bang boy
I ain't fronting shit what you can't afford
It's on the floor get your ass on blowing my Phone 'bout a point five
I f*ck with some niggas that bang the five
Lock it in like waddup my slime
Get the f*ck out the stu' if you gone f*ck up The vibe
We gone come where you at 'cause we know Where to find you
Nigga talk shit we gone light up the fye
Motion picture trap nigga might just f*ck Your ho'
Glock 23 fresh out the store
Designer closet man I got this shit on
Down for my brother man right or wrong
Can't duck the switch bitch count the bag
We slide in silence like the hitman
007 get you hit man Drac hit the block
Air that bitch out like the pest man