Rich Rhymer - Fuck Up Some Gwop
I swear it's meant that we be richUh, Yeah
I swear it's meant That we get lit
I swear it's meant that we be rich
We still get it 30 a brick
So regardless we always flip
All that paper be dirty as shit Hammers is dirty as shit
Niggas would murk for me quick
Niggas would curtain ya shit if fuck my clique Don't you fuck with the clique
Nigga I come from a block niggas they always gon plot
Niggas get robbed for they watch
half of my nigga uptop
Some on the roc
Niggas don't talk to no cops niggas get shot
Niggas get hit for a knot
Hit you & go out to shop
Everything fresh out the box
Niggas Can't lose we don't come from a lot
Now we gon fuck up some gwop
Now we gon fuck up some gwop
Now we gon fuck up some gwop
Now we gon fuck up some gwop
Now we gon fuck up some gwop
Now we gon fuck up some gwop
Now we gon fuck up some gwop
Now we gon fuck up some gwop
1200 on 4 Jay's
15 on some Balmain's
Bitches fucking just for more fame
Niggas fronting with they dog chains
Niggas fronted til the law came
We was ready when the war the came
Blood spills left the floor stained
Niggas jumping in the wrong lane
Old ladies like poor thing
Fuck niggas cause they all strange
Gotta 1000 grams of the raw Caine
Selling so much coca that's in my veins
All I know is hustle use to play the rain
Ima Call up Chop tell him make a chain
With a ring & watch
How I'm gon lose when a nigga ain't come from a lot
Now we gon fuck up some gwop
Now we gon fuck up some gwop
Now we gon fuck up some gwop
Now we gon fuck up some gwop
Now we gon fuck up some gwop
Now we gon fuck up some gwop
Now we gon fuck up some gwop
Now we gon fuck up some gwop
Off the porch we selling drugs
From a hood where it's hell of thugs
Hood hoes we ain't never love
Fuck the time what I tell a judge
Got jammed I ain't never budge
They Do say I could of been a plug
They do say we the new wave
On that D'usse like I'm Mr. Rugs
It's D'usse when we in the club
Ima Rhymer nigga & in its my blood
All these Bitch niggas throwing hell of subs
Cause I'm fucking bitches that they getting plugged
Talking money it could fill the tub
Ever seen 20 bands all in the dubs
Whoa I gotta count it again
I bet they ain't want me to win
Giving the streets what they want
Niggas been real from the jump all of my niggas gon stunt
Nigga don't front
Niggas would damage you don't make these Animals hunt niggas get hurt nigga for thinking it's sweet niggas left in the streets
Niggas would banga banga banga banga banga banga on u like u Ch*ef Keef
What's beef
Beef is a lituation when a nigga slipping I be sitting patience
I got killers gripping in the Rental waiting
Tryna kill them niggas just for really faking
Like boom
I can not fuck with no haters
Hating that make me just talk bout that paper
You talk about nothing I talk to you later
You ask me for something I thought you was playing like
I thought y'all all was caking
niggas Instagram just be overrated
& my style got ya bitches fornicating
Got my niggas looking like we all done made it Woo
Look at them rocs move them keys now I got it on lock
liking my style & she like how I bop
But now we gon, now we gon
Now we gon fuck up some gwop
Now we gon fuck up some gwop
Written by:
Troy Rhymer
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