chapo guapo - chapo guapo lyrics
(intro)
aye n-gga
yeah
boom
(chorus)
uh, chop a n-gga, rob a n-gga, pop a n-gga, come look out how my mothaf-ckin’ choppa rip(guapo, guapo, guapo, chapo chapo chapo)
uh, dodge a n-gga, shot a n-gga, straight stomping n-ggas, countin’ blue but we ain’t a crip(boom, boom, boom, boom)
chapo guapo woah
i dont want yo hoe
b-tch rate like a 4
bust it through the door
(verse 1)
ar-15 swear it chop a n-gga down
no we dont talk, we shootin at ya clowns
b-tch called me like “why you ain’t around?”
buffet of hoes like we chewing at the lounge
you should not better f-ck with the slaughter gang n-gga
scope with beam so we got the range n-gga
not to be rude but i’m trynna f-ck your daughter
pull out the bands and watch how i bought her
yall went to sleep and watch how i called her
then i came over, n-gga never even caught her
ain’t no day where i never got my guard up
me and the boys n-gga finna get bared up
if you wanna box n-gga finna get sparred up
if your girl fine then she finna get brought up(guapo)
(chorus)
uh, chop a n-gga, rob a n-gga, pop a n-gga, come look out how my mothaf-ckin’ choppa rip(guapo, guapo, guapo, chapo chapo chapo)
uh, dodge a n-gga, shot a n-gga, straight stomping n-ggas, countin’ blue but we ain’t a crip(boom, boom, boom, boom)
chapo guapo woah
i dont want yo hoe
b-tch rate like a 4
bust it through the door
(verse 2)
told yall lil f-ck n-ggas dont play me
sn-tch a n-gga chain cause n-gga ain’t pay me
i’m too sl!ck for a n-gga trynna frame me
n-ggas ain’t real when they gon try to blame me
i’m too bad for a god trynna save me
i’m too pimp for a b-tch trynna tame me
i’m too bossy for a lil b-tch trynna claim me
talk on my name and bullets get to raining
lgg on some hoodrat sh-t
before that rap, i would move that sh-t
trynna get the money by the white brick
if you got the money, thats the l!ck we hit
no we dont want yo white b-tch
only f-ck a hoe if she down for the guapo
want my pockets fat like i just hit the lotto
chillin with my partners smokin’ on that gelato
ole p-ssy boy, you to broke for the flex
when i get that bag, swear that feeling that best
f-ck you b-tch, you can walk with the rest
let a n-gga talk, be the life i take next
guapo
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