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jacob tomlin, skarr & lil glassy - guap lyrics

[intro]
yeah, real, real quick, i jus-, i just really wanted to say all you rappers suck

[verse 1: skarr]
get out my way, i close my eyes
my vision goes black when i fall asleep
all of the pain, they don’t realise
i do this grind and this every week
diamonds on my chain, just turned kurt cobain
’cause i’ll blow my brain, yeah, i am insane
yeah, i know that
put you in the [?]
one with the strap, yeah, it’s gonna blow back
call me skarr for a reason, do this every season
you hatin’ on me, hatin’ on me for no reason
i don’t think, ’cause i’m lonely
yeah, you are a phoney, yeah, you’re not my broski
get out of my face
everyone knows i k!ll it, k!ll it everyday
makin’ money, i’ll put you up in the same race
you want beef, come into the motherf-ckin’ kitchen
oh, wait, oh, hey, you’re a chicken
shh, shh, shh, don’t worry i’m not missing
do i hear you dissin’, yeah
why you creepin’ on me, it is skarr, i act so lonely, yeah
ride or die, should i end it all, i’m big in this sh-t
makin’ money in this sh-t
you know that you is not bad as sh-t

[hook: jacob tomlin]
yeah, lil’ b-tch we get guap
money falls when we walk into the shop
people wanna diss, yeah they trynna send shots
i tell them to pull up, they don’t pull up
yeah, lil’ b-tch we get guap
aye, money falls when we walk into the shop
people wanna diss, yeah they trynna send shots
i tell them to pull up and they don’t pull up
yeah, lil’ b-tch we get guap

[verse 2: deanparty]
sippin’ lean everyday
just to forget all of my pains
countin’ up my digits and i’m taking all these pills, yeah
all these rappers fake flex
got your b-tch on my d-ck, ’cause i’m countin’ up my digits
p-ssy perfect, never got a compliment
all these rappers i’ma sweep you up like it’s a ch-r-
yeah, got more b-tches on my d-ck
look at my bank account, lookin’ at my ego
but not small, that’s your f-ckin’ bank account, yeah
you got no drip
takin’ my drugs while i’m sippin’ my lean, okay
fake rappers, fake flex
got these -gunshot- in my brain, yeah (yeah, real, real quick, i jus-, i just really wanted to say all you rappers suck)
one more time, suicidal thoughts in my mind when i want to die
got the reaper by my side as i end my life tonight, yeah
fake flex, fake rappers, yeah
fake drip, more like a plumber
you got more drip than a plumber, that’s a lie, yeah
busty pipes, [?] time, your b-tch givin’ me pipe
when i write these rhymes, yeah

[verse 3: lil planet]
b-tches think i’m f-ckin’ mean, yeah, oh, wait
basic story was a dream, yeah, got the ice
and the cream, yeah, and i’m not the basic rapper who was drinking lean, yeah
lights, camera, action, man i’m on the scene, yeah
all this drip keeps on drippin’, this stuff makes me clean, yeah
i’m lil planet, not comethazine, yeah
got jacob on the track, not forgetting dean, yeah

[verse 4: jacob tomlin]
keepin’ a k on the table, yeah
get r-t-rded, get disabled, huh
politically incorrect, what is the intellect, i’m getting guap in a stable, huh
p-ssy boy try me, pull up to the crib
don’t pull up with them d-cks, we ain’t p-ss-es, don’t shoot
cl-ssic lifestyle, legs up, lack down
you ain’t hood, boy, lil’ b-tch, put the mac down
beat down that pr-ck with my earphones in
live like alakazam, levitating
trust me, yeah, i am never taking
i have got to get the guap, get the bacon
simmer in pan, get fitted like your mans
you ain’t hoodrich pr-ck, yeah, i’m armstrong like lance
i want all of it, i want the money
your mans ain’t as good as me, he sweet as honey

- jacob tomlin skarr lil glassy lyrics

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