guapfetti - Murakami (prod. Four3va) Lyrics

Hold up Hold up Hold up
Just make sure my dawgs straight
We hit up Saks, hold up
Brand new Versace, know Guap gone stay with racks
Hold up
P-Pink and blue my stacks, hold up
We got different color bags
It look like Murakami
My money on Tekashi
See through these niggas Kakashi
Why these pussies tryna copy
Th-These niggas can't stop me
Spread these colorful racks like Murakami
Just make sure that my dawgs straight
All my- all my niggas ball mane
Spent racks on these jeans baby, this shit like Balmain
Whole gang done came through saucin'
They gone shoot when I say
40 clip at yo noggin
I'm like nigga why you noddin
Try'd to count me out this shit but Guap was never hiding
They still not- They still not- They still not sliding
Fat racks- Fat racks- Fat racks inside my pocket
I'm tryna- I'm tryna take of like a rocket
She f*ck wit- She f*ck wit me no she can't stop it
I'm like the- I'm like the key right to her locket
Said I'm the- said I'm the plug to her socket
Her new nigga is not a thug, know he not shit
Hold up Hold up Hold up
Just make sure my dawgs straight
We hit up Saks, hold up
Brand new Versace, know Guap gone stay with racks
Hold up
P-Pink and blue my stacks, hold up
We got different color bags
It look like Murakami
My money on Tekashi
See through these niggas Kakashi
Why these pussies tryna copy
Th-These niggas can't stop me
Spread these colorful racks like Murakami
Just make sure that my dawgs straight
All my dawgs!