Текст песни Feel Like Guwop - Gucci Mane , Ola Runt

If a nigga was to ever take my chain, I wouldn't even want it back
1-0-1-7, Burr Gang
Henchmen

Guwop, I ain't goin' for none of that (Nah)
If a nigga was to ever take my chain
I wouldn't even want it back (Huh)
Fuck nigga, I'm aimin' for your wig, I'm tryna push it back (Bah-bah)
All you niggas Ninja Turtles, your CEO a sewer rat (Wow)

Your man just got whacked today
And I ain't have nothin' to do with that (Huh)
I don't be claimin' bodies I ain't drop
Drop, that shit'd be super cap (Cap)
All the opps I smoked, I could damn near start a dispensary
Straight out the penitentiary, Sun Valley Elementary (Huh)

Drop my nuts on these lil' pussies
'Cause y'all ain't really really street (No)
Bitches love a real nigga, titties hard, that freak in heat (Mwah)
When I get mad, I rob everyone who crossed the G (Yup)
Thought you was a G, but when you snitched
That's when I crossed the street (Go, go)

Gucci Mane a boss, I paid the cost, yeah, I'm so saucy (saucy)
OLA, that's my twin, and Henchman gon' shoot at your offspring (twin)
Keep it off your Twitter page and keep it off your IG (Yeah)
15 years later, Gucci heart is still so icy (Burr)
Fuck these niggas, roll 'em

Feel like Guwop, get your shooter shot
Chopstick in my hand like the waitress brought some sushi out
Shit-bag, smell like dookie out
Face shot, get your pimple popped
Think shit 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 Kel-Tec
Your block, we left some shells at
You pussy, I'ma smell that
You servin', you can't sell that

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
Shit went bad, Tuesday turned mayday

Out the red store, it was a ricochet
I had the Glock, I had to pop
Nigga 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 puberty
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, nigga, real right
If I ain't set trip, I wouldn't feel right

Feel like Guwop, get your shooter shot
Chopstick in my hand like the waitress
Brought some sushi out (Nigga, you'll get chopped)
Shit-bag, smell like dookie out
Face shot, get your pimple popped
Think shit funny, your dimple shot
I 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 Kel-Tec
Your block, we left some shells at
You pussy, I'ma smell that
You servin', you can't sell that

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 26 (26 grams, hoe)
Got 50 opps, least tonight 20 gon' get hit (20 of y'all gon' die)
Just like a gun, she gon' take dick (Take dick)

You came up missin', your mama stressin'
She went gray quick (Mama stressed out)
I ain't nothin' to play with
Good aim, get your face hit, no
Can't come back funny, smoke
We bring like we laced it (Cook his ass up)
Fuck that shit, send a nigga 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 niggas got parvo, all mine smoke good, gelato
Free Petey, yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Pablo

Feel like Guwop, get your shooter shot (Feel like Guwop)
Chopstick in my hand like the waitress brought some sushi out (Yes, on God)
Shit-bag, smell like dookie out
Face shot, get your pimple popped
Think shit funny, your dimple shot
I ain't a mechanic, but I drill a lot (Bitch)
Ridin' down, now draw down, you'll get gunned down
Tailor-made fashion on the stage just like James Brown
Walk in with a Kel-Tec
Your block, we left some shells at
You pussy, I'ma smell that
You servin', you can't sell that (You pussy)

Shells over there
Like some eggs hatched