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yung emkay - guap lyrics

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intro:

two forty seven my block (gang)
30 round in the glock (strap)
p-ssy n-gga might get shot (pew pew)
f-ck what you heard and what you thought
keep my mind on the guap (cash, cash)

verse 1:

all this money like i won the lotto (cha ching)
f-ck you p-ssy n-ggas that’s the motto
on my way up so i hit the throttle (skr)
hennessy n-gga, that’s the bottle (sipping)

my flow tight like a cops vest (strap)
n-ggas fishing but im loch ness
break in doors call me locksmith
make more sound than a wasps nest (bzz)

hannah montana
bad b-tch like rihanna
i pour up the fanta
i ain’t from atlanta (berlin)

n-ggas talking all that sh-t, grab the hammer
money in the bag, calling me santa (ho ho)
i was just f-cking your b-tch (smash)
than i grabbed the 30 clip (pew pew)

than a n-gga had to dip (ghost)
’cause a n-gga called the cops (f-ck 12)
whipping im whipping im whipping the pot (cooking)
your b-tch want me ’cause i always got guap (cha ching)

i be counting the stack and you know it don’t stop (ey)
you know it don’t stop
i want it, im getting im chasing these millions
these n-ggas is b-tches they hide like chameleons
i’m getting the guap give no f-ck how you feeling
and now b-tch mad ’cause she now that im dealing

hook:

two forty seven my block (gang)
30 round in the glock (strap)
p-ssy n-gga might get shot (pew pew)
f-ck what you heard and what you thought

keep my mind on the guap (cash)
all these n-ggas pocket watching (they watching)
got to keep the pocket rocket (pew pew)
f-ck the plug im the socket (plug)

verse 2:

my n-ggas gorrilas
pull up with them k!llers
i swear these f-ck n-ggas be plotting on me (they snitch)

i can’t be no victim
i can’t leave no witness
they’d pull up on trial, start snitching on me (skrr)

i’m shooting, they running
i empty the gun
and then throw the corpse right straight in the beach

he tried me, he dying
his momma be crying
like f-ck n-gga no rest in peace (nah)

hook:

two forty seven my block (gang)
30 round in the glock (strap)
p-ssy n-gga might get shot (pew pew)
f-ck what you heard and what you thought

outro:

keep my mind on the guap (cash)
x4

- yung emkay lyrics

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