Future – Guap On Me Lyrics

(Chorus)
They hopin we live young and die fast
They feel we take over the game
Feel we take over the game

(Verse 1)
I bought a dior poodles
I put the shrimp in the noodles
I gave you love like a guru
I see the will and the way
We laugh at you ni**as and f**k your b**ches
We don’t know how to behave
We been so viscously trained
I’ve seen the gift and the game and the curse
I watch that pu**y get wet in a vert
We can flow through the hood like you driving a hearse
All this s**t peaches and cream
I ride the B with the wings
Put a few of them B’s in the ring
You deserve to get treated like a queen
Don’t let this s**t go to your head
Don’t let the d**k go to your head
Sipping purp, I don’t f**k with the red
She want titties? I bought her some breasts
I pray it don’t go to your head
I pray it don’t go to your head
Can’t forget about my bi**h on the side
I tell Uber to give her a ride
Popped the cruiser, I’m back in the skies
Maneuver the streets with my guys
The money didn’t come in disguise
They thought it all came overnight
I flood out my neck with some diamonds
I gotta thank God for this life
Too many malicious suspicious b**ches
Got a hell of a vision, I need some Ritalin
Got that kush in my cataracts, ask my dentist
I got them golds and the permanent, yeah

(Chorus)
Whole lotta guap on me, got a whole lotta guap on me
Don’t hold your nuts on me, don’t hold your nuts on me
Got a whole lotta guap on me, got a whole lotta guap on me
That b**ch gon f**k for free, that bi**h gon f**k for free
Whole lotta guap on me, got a whole lotta guap on me
Don’t hold your nuts on me, don’t hold your nuts on me
Got a whole lotta guap on me, got a whole lotta guap on me
That b**ch gon f**k for free, that bi**h gon f**k for free

(Verse 2)
She know the culture
She know I’m flier than a poster
She know I ride with the toaster
I have a work on my line with them boulders
I’m making my quota
I sip out the soda
I trip off the soda
I live for the dodie
Get worshipped like Moses
Heavenly sent from the crew are my ni**as
I’m lifting my ni**as, I love the young ni**as
Wrote on your sneakers young ni**a
Serving illegal my ni**a
Ducking them people my ni**a
Smoking my reefer my ni**a
We get to grinding and making these moves on these ni**as
Nothing to prove to these ni**as
Just schooling these ni**as, we tutor these ni**as
F**k on that bi**h and her friend like there’s two of me ni**a
They thick and they bi, got me two on me ni**a
The tool on me ni**a
They s**king me that mean they chewing me ni**a
I put them bezels in Jesus face
Got this yellow bi**h look just like Lisa Ray
Hating on me and I go and f**k Lisa Ray
You ni**as always wanna imitate
Take your bi**hes out on dinner dates
I get some head on the interstate, ay

(Repeat Chorus)

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