404guapo - dutches freestyle lyrics
[intro]
gang, gang
gang, gang
yea
[chorus]
introduce guap, man it ain’t even nothing
we shoot at your legs so then you’ll need crutches
what kind of ‘rillos you smoke? dutches
i won’t go to jail ‘cuz i’m knowing them judges
don’t look at the price, like f+ck is a budget (uh)
she give me blow, like f+ck is a trumpet (uh)
say what i do, like f+ck is a puppet (uh)
shoot at yo crew, like f+ck is a judgement (uh)
[verse 1]
we hit yo block, we shoot at yo cousin (uh)
k!lled one, i k!lled a dozen (uh)
yea you smoke weed, who doesn’t? (uh)
he thought we was cool , but we wasn’t (uh)
d+mn, where guap been at?
i don’t know
he ain’t rapping sh+t but his rеcords gone blow
he really ain’t sh+t ‘cuz hе f+cked on my hoe
but f+ck it, i don’t give a f+ck ‘cuz he flow (uh)
you n+ggas d+ck ride, stop it
i keep the glock in my waist or my pocket
i work at nasa , you know i got rockets
i throw the bullets, make sound like pop+its
dispensary p so you know i’m gone cop it
i don’t need no girlfriend you know imma drop it
and i got the guns, so you know imma pop it
you think you the sh+t? lil’ boy you is not it (uh)
[chorus]
introduce guap, man it ain’t even nothing
we shoot at your legs so then you’ll need crutches
what kind of ‘rillos you smoke? dutches
i won’t go to jail ‘cuz i’m knowing them judges
don’t look at the price, like f+ck is a budget (uh)
she give me blow, like f+ck is a trumpet (uh)
say what i do, like f+ck is a puppet (uh)
shoot at yo crew, like f+ck is a judgement (uh)
[verse 2]
f+ck on yo wife, and i shoot at yo best man (uh)
ridin’ around town, with her best friend (uh)
keep all them racks, its yo best trend (uh)
i tell the truth and yo n+ggas be flexin’
all these b+tches wanna sleep with me, westin
go to the mall, when i get my checks in
i got the glocks and you know that flexin (yea yea)
you can get [?] (uh)
ridin’ round town with a fever (uh)
he cold he get put in a heater (uh uh)
i’m wearing beaters (uh)
i do not need her (uh)
(haha, yea, yea yea yea)
[verse 3]
i’m servin’ them packs with my brother with me
i’m drinkin that henny or drinking whitney
give a f+ck ’bout your gang or about your committee
we don’t give a f+ck we will tear down your city (uh)
i got the gas and its pretty (uh)
we shoot a shot at his kidney (uh)
i k!ll a n+gga forgive me
imma vet, i’m about that kitty (uh)
wanna bet? you are not that gritty (uh)
you ain’t sh+t so don’t come near me (uh)
wanna f+ck, so i put on a jimmy (uh)
don’t serve small , i don’t serve pygmy (uh)
(yea, yea, hahaha, he said pygmy)
[chorus]
introduce guap, man it ain’t even nothing
we shoot at your legs so then you’ll need crutches
what kind of ‘rillos you smoke? dutches
i won’t go to jail ‘cuz i’m knowing them judges
don’t look at the price, like f+ck is a budget
she give me blow, like f+ck is a trumpet (uh)
say what i do, like f+ck is a puppet (uh)
shoot at yo crew, like f+ck is a judgement (uh)
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