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guapo - cleanup concrete lyrics

[part i]

[verse 1: dc2trill & guapo]
water with a heavy chance of flooding, sh+t, that’s what it be
that b+tch came on absolut vodka, she an absolute freak (absolut)
i told wade to 41 me, it’s never short a g
we just had it flooded, you made the sh+t cloudy
glock in the kitchen like air fryers
i just had a run and you made this sh+t powder
pull up in some sh+t with some thin tires
which white b+tches love din tai fung?
pull out his chain, it was cloudy, no sun
he never was gangster, just street punk
i came with no budget, just pick somethin’ (uh, yeah)

[verse 2: guapo]
i told dc, “let’s go half on a pint”
yeah, let’s pour up and drink somethin’
i ain’t got no baby bottle, b+tch, bring one
yeah, like my b+tches bougie, the mean ones
we make these hoes get nasty, the two+man champions, me and dc finna tag+team somethin’
yeah, on this wock’, i’m so drowsy, n+ggas think we be cloudy, the same n+ggas pourin’ up green cup
record at the house like i’m manson, my lil’ brother savage, he just got a glock, got it beamed up
12k on an outfit, i’m drippin’ balenci’, balenci’, b+tch, i’m double b’d up
i smelled seeds soon as he fired the weed up
b+tch come to my spot, the p+ssy gettin’ beat up
kamehameha, b+tch, i’m goin’ vegeta
drink casamigos, t up, turn to eater
play with me, i bet this drac’ come and meet ya
knock on your door like we servin’ some pizza
put that bat on you, it’s like derek jeter (yeah)
cheat on my b+tch, i’m back f+ckin’ wockisha
double cup, double cup, double cup, double cup
baby come to my crib and she come suck it up
ten milli’ knock him down, he think he super tough
my b+tch keep callin’ my phone, i’m too high, i’m not pickin’ up
i’m way too gangster to beef on the internet
really slang iron when i’m really not feelin’ it
really throw bullets, i feel like a quarterback
i think that i’m crazy, you see where my mind be at
[part ii]

[intro: guapo]
yeah
think i hear this drank talkin’ to me
i swear i think i hear this drank talkin’ to me
nah, i think i hear this—
yeah, ayy

[verse 1: guapo]
i swear i think i hear this drank talkin’ to me
i gave this b+tch d so d+mn good, i had her walkin’ to me, uh
make my b+tch pay me cake, i told her sock it to me, uh
sold him pints of drank, but they was fake, he such a dummy, yeah
ray+ray wrap these racks in rubber bands just like a mummy, yeah
i sip wock’, wock’, wock’, i’m gainin’ weight all in my tummy, yeah
double all my cups, i think all i drink is muddy, uh
he keep flexin’ his watch, my lil’ bro finna take it from him

[verse 2: dc2trill]
flexin’ on these n+ggas, swear to god, i ain’t even tryin’ hard
think that drank talkin’ to me, sh+t all in my dialogue (yeah)
n+gga, i’ll leave this b+tch before playback, i already know it’s hard
cup sammy sosa from way back, i’m always pourin’ large
that b+tch a mom, stupid than daughter, trustin’ head+givers
choppin’ sh+t, ain’t talkin’ ’bout no screw, he de+leg n+ggas
my life the sh+t i pour my juice in, just the end of it, huh
i got two pints in rush hour just like chris tucker
groovy n+gga smash on the sheets, huh
with a philly ho and a meek, huh
got hoes like krispy kreme, with cash like jolly green
she broke as a f+ck, still live with her mammy
come to the pent’, i don’t wanna see no panties
got bad habits like steve lacy, twelve bricks, ace in the ’80s
[outro: dc2trill]
n+gga

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