Ayy
Guappo
Gang
Ayy, gang
Yeah
Shovel bitches out the way
Show my other bitch the K
Shot ya mans now he decayed
Got you wishin' that he stayed
Kid Laroi I'll make you stay
Christian bitch up on her knees
And that hoe don't gotta pray
Ayy, if I made a million dollars
Bitch, I'd spend it in a day
I got a different pole
Just so I can dodge the case
Ayy, and you can run up on us
We'll shoot them AKs out the wraith
Ayy, and you can't get no bread
So, bitch, just keep it at your pace
Bitch, I'm in the studio
I'm cookin' like hoodbachi
Yo shawty at my crib
She always tryna top me
Ayy, got Dior on the fit
Bitch, Cologne it is Versace
Ayy, got diamonds on the teeth
Got diamonds all over my body
Gang
I worked at Buffalo Wild Wings
With that stick on me
Said, meet me in the candy aisle
Like, bitch, go and get your big homie
I ain't never used to smile
Now I got a diamond VVS grill on me
Ever since I seen my homie die off the fentanyl
I ain't got pills on me
Bitch
I ain't got pills on me
I ain't got pills on me
She in a feels for me
You was a big phony, bitch
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Ayy
Guappo
Gang
Ayy, gang
Yeah
Shovel bitches out the way
Show my other bitch the K
Shot ya mans now he decayed
Got you wishin' that he stayed
Kid Laroi I'll make you stay
Christian bitch up on her knees
And that hoe don't gotta pray
Ayy, if I made a million dollars
Bitch, I'd spend it in a day
I got a different pole
Just so I can dodge the case
Ayy, and you can run up on us
We'll shoot them AKs out the wraith
Ayy, and you can't get no bread
So, bitch, just keep it at your pace
Bitch, I'm in the studio
I'm cookin' like hoodbachi
Yo shawty at my crib
She always tryna top me
Ayy, got Dior on the fit
Bitch, Cologne it is Versace
Ayy, got diamonds on the teeth
Got diamonds all over my body
Gang
I worked at Buffalo Wild Wings
With that stick on me
Said, meet me in the candy aisle
Like, bitch, go and get your big homie
I ain't never used to smile
Now I got a diamond VVS grill on me
Ever since I seen my homie die off the fentanyl
I ain't got pills on me
Bitch
I ain't got pills on me
I ain't got pills on me
She in a feels for me
You was a big phony, bitch
Guappo
Gang
Ayy, gang
Yeah
Shovel bitches out the way
Show my other bitch the K
Shot ya mans now he decayed
Got you wishin' that he stayed
Kid Laroi I'll make you stay
Christian bitch up on her knees
And that hoe don't gotta pray
Ayy, if I made a million dollars
Bitch, I'd spend it in a day
I got a different pole
Just so I can dodge the case
Ayy, and you can run up on us
We'll shoot them AKs out the wraith
Ayy, and you can't get no bread
So, bitch, just keep it at your pace
Bitch, I'm in the studio
I'm cookin' like hoodbachi
Yo shawty at my crib
She always tryna top me
Ayy, got Dior on the fit
Bitch, Cologne it is Versace
Ayy, got diamonds on the teeth
Got diamonds all over my body
Gang
I worked at Buffalo Wild Wings
With that stick on me
Said, meet me in the candy aisle
Like, bitch, go and get your big homie
I ain't never used to smile
Now I got a diamond VVS grill on me
Ever since I seen my homie die off the fentanyl
I ain't got pills on me
Bitch
I ain't got pills on me
I ain't got pills on me
She in a feels for me
You was a big phony, bitch
Writer: Daddy Guappo
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