Guap, bank, I get It
I live on atlantic
Took a flight to the pacific
Yea my style they tryna mimick
Let me paint a picture
Let me make It vivid
Guap, bank, I get It
I live on atlantic
Took a flight to the pacific
Yea my style they tryna mimick
Let me paint a picture
Let me make It vivid
In love with these bands
Smoke exotic Strands
I don't got no friends
I just set the trends
Yea they try to copy
Why they tryna mimic
They stealing my lyrics
I put em in position
Imma legend in my hood
And they know that
We got feens at the trap
Like where the blow at
Far from the end
Just getting started
I won't be suprised if this mixtape end up charting
Took a lotta l's
I'm still bouncing back
She bouncing that ass
I tell her throw It back
I put queens on the map
Put my hood right on my back
All these niggas got left
Cause they ain't know how to act
Bad bitch suck It up
Yea i made her suck It up
She don't think i'm different
I told her i'm one of one
Big dawg shit look how i'm stepping
My savings look like my checkings
Running laps i'm still not sweating
Won't fall off and that's upsetting
Still throwing up 4s lambo on the floor
Finna go on tour
Rip Pop Smoke for him
I be in all the stores
Whatever you want go and get It
World is yours
Guap, bank, I get It
I live on Atlantic
Took a flight to the pacific
Yea my style they tryna mimick
Let me paint a picture
Let me make It vivid
Guap, bank, I get It
I live on atlantic
Took a flight to the pacific
Yea my style they tryna mimick
Let me paint a picture
Let me make It vivid