Lyrics Datt road - Gwuap0400

Riding down that road
Chilling like a bitch I'm cooling, posted with this pole
And I got my robe
Play dumb get exposed
Who these niggas think they fooling
Bet, step on they bro's
Drive over they toes
Niggas really hoes
Quit talking that stepper shit boy leave that to the pros
I don't know why I told that bitch I love her when I don't
Bitch go fuck yo rose
You know Gwuap get ghost after I put on my damn clothes

I cheat on my bitch I bump J. Cole because she knows
I put dicks in guns, it's not a shower hoe it grows
Shout out to Kartel, I married the streets I did propose
What you need, my brothers trap stars, we got exotic bowls, yea
I got to watch what I post online some shit got to stay disclosed, yea
They like "Gwuap you hard as fuck", I'm like "l know that", yea
I'm low-key with my pistol I'm 'Gon blow that, yea
I keep my tunnel vision, nigga, Kodak, yea
You got pistols, we got missiles, we don't post that, yea yea
On the road feel like Ms. Frizzle, where my road map
She 'Gon fuck cause I got riches and I know it
I got to put this ski mask on when I walk 'round I'm a known man
But whole time I'm scheming, I ain't find nun I'm blown man
Fucked some nigga hoe this weekend, love how she be moaning
If I want you dead I'm creeping in yo grass and stones man
Stay all night off beans I'm geeking, you know I left my phone man
Cuz told me pour up, dropped patron man
Drunk as fuck, leaning on the wall, making songs man
I don't got the energy to bone, I tell yo hoe give me some dome
While I roll a wood of Popeyes spinach, strong man
Niggas ain't 'Gon blow it, but Fasho 'Gon show it
All that gangster talking y'all be doing I don't condone it, huh

Riding down that road
Chilling like a bitch I'm cooling, posted with this pole
And I got my robe
Play dumb get exposed
Who these niggas think they fooling
Bet, step on they bro's
Drive over they toes
Niggas really hoes
Quit talking that stepper shit boy leave that to the pros
I don't know why I told that bitch I love her when I don't
Bitch go fuck yo rose
You know Gwuap get ghost after I put on my damn clothes
Riding down that road
Chilling like a bitch I'm cooling, posted with this pole
And I got my robe
Play dumb get exposed
Who these niggas think they fooling
Bet, step on they bro's
Drive over they toes
Niggas really hoes
Quit talking that stepper shit boy leave that to the pros
I don't know why I told that bitch I love her when I don't
Bitch go fuck yo rose
You know Gwuap get ghost after I put on my damn clothes