ola runt – feel like guwop lyrics
[intro]
ola
what you on, n+gga?
n+gga got back on that
no cap
high as f+ck, ain’t gon’ lie to you
no cap
f+ck these n+ggas, roll ’em
[chorus]
feel like guwop, get your shooter shot
chopstick in my hand like the waitress brought some sushi out
sh+t bad, smell like dookie out
face shot, get your pimple popped
think sh+t funny, your dimple shot
ain’t a mechanic, but i drill a lot
ridin’ down, now draw down, you’ll get gunned down
tailor made fashion on the stage just like james brown
walk in with a keltech
your block, we left some sh+lls at
you p+ssy, i’ma smell that
you servin’, you can’t sell that
[verse 1]
on my corner with that ralo
glock 30 full of hollows
grown man, but i sip out the bottle
draw down, i had hit from a vato
ask kemo, we was sittin’ in that tahoe
me and tay tay, we was servin’ out the jj
good times just like jj
sh+t went bad ’til they turned mayday
out the red store, it was a ricochet
i had the glock, i had to pop
n+gga screamed 12 when he seen two cops
shots got fired, i had seen two opps
i’m from the wild wild east
free lil’ zay, caught a body at p+b+rty
free lil’ zion, headshot, it was to a marine
can’t walk through the cut, it’s a murder scene
catch a body, blame it on the bean
catch him lackin’, he was on the lean
two guns with the murder team
i live a gang life, big b’s, n+gga, real right
if i ain’t set trip, i wouldn’t feel right
[chorus]
feel like guwop, get your shooter shot
chopstick in my hand like the waitress brought some sushi out (n+gga, you’ll get chopped)
sh+t bad, smell like dookie out
face shot, get your pimple popped
think sh+t funny, your dimple shot
ain’t a mechanic, but i drill a lot
ridin’ down, now draw down, you’ll get gunned down
tailor made fashion on the stage just like james brown
walk in with a keltech
your block, we left some sh+lls at
you p+ssy, i’ma smell that
you servin’, you can’t sell that
[verse 2]
ridin’ down bleveland
just me and cap, we got three straps
two handguns, one stick
hundred rounds, somethin’ gon’ hit
gun so big, it don’t fit, crucial with a glock .26
he want a zip, i ain’t give him nothin’ but twenty+six (twenty+six grams, ho)
got fifty opps, least tonight twenty gon’ get hit (twenty of y’all gon’ die)
just like a gun, she gon’ take d+ck (take d+ck)
you came up missin’, your mama stressin’, she went grey quick (mama stressed out)
i ain’t nothin’ to play with, good aim, get your face hit
can’t come back funny, smoke, we bring like we laced it (cook his ass up)
f+ck that sh+t, send a n+gga my location, you know i’m on mason
kodak black, lil’ haitian, dodgin’ bullets like the matrix (dodge these bullets)
you’ll get buried like a dog trick (bury him)
nah, your n+ggas got parvo, all mine smoke good, gelato
free peter, yeah, i’m talkin’ ’bout pablo
[chorus]
feel like guwop, get your shooter shot (feel like guwop)
chopstick in my hand like the waitress brought some sushi out (yes, on god)
sh+t bad, smell like dookie out
face shot, get your pimple popped
think sh+t funny, your dimple shot
ain’t a mechanic, but i drill a lot (b+tch)
ridin’ down, now draw down, you’ll get gunned down
tailor made fashion on the stage just like james brown
walk in with a keltech
your block, we left some sh+lls at
you p+ssy, i’ma smell that
you servin’, you can’t sell that (you p+ssy)
[outro]
sh+lls over there
like some eggs hatched
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