Soulja Boy - Guap lyrics

rate me

Wake up in the morning thinking ‘bout that guap

Catch me in the kitchen whipping with a gold pot

Sunk ass nigga with a O knot

I’m a young ass nigga, bought a whole block

Soulja, Young Beezy

Four, four in the morning

Welcome to the trap

SODMG the mafia

K family, Billionaires

That nigga too dizzy

Wake up

Zone 1, Sosa rolled, stand up

Wake up in the morning thinking ‘bout that guap

Catch me in the kitchen whipping with a gold pot

Sunk ass nigga with a O knot

I’m a young ass nigga bought a whole block

Trap going crazy for that nigga Soulja

Bitch I’m ‘bout a chick, I went and crashed the Rover

Rolex on my wrist cost me 12 chickens

Catch me in my kitchen and I’m water whipping

Nigga again plays like it ain’t shit

Riding through my hood with the K with no brakes, bitch

40 on my face, getting cash

Catch me in the hood, Gucci sky mask

Ten chains I done copped ‘em for the summer

Four cellphones as I’m hopping out my Hummer

Got no stand-ons if you want attention

I think you want attention, I think that nigga snitching

Guap, guap, guap, guap

I’ll get guap, guap, guap, guap

I’ll get guap, guap, guap, guap

And if you ain’t getting guap then you fuckind need to start

Guap, guap, guap, guap

I’ll get guap, guap, guap, guap

I’ll get guap, guap, guap, guap

And if you ain’t getting money then boy you need to start

Five cellphones, I ain’t got a landline

Kushed up and my eyes red

Pirelli on my tires, call me six bands

Catch me in the hood and I’m leaning off that kickstand

Still hitting plays, call me Lil Dre

Riding down the highway on a Friday

I need it my way, I need nine trays

Pull up to my truck, my four plays

I’m still busting jewels, everything good

Four Cuban links on my neck, trail on out the hood

West side, zone one, who want the Anna?

Scarface six, Tony Montana,

Guap, guap, guap, guap

I’ll get guap, guap, guap, guap

I’ll get guap, guap, guap, guap

And if you ain’t getting money then boy you need to start

I’ll get guap, guap, guap, guap

I’ll get guap, guap, guap, guap

I’ll get guap, guap, guap, guap

And if you ain’t getting money then boy you need to start

Shorty looking in my way, it’s Lil Dre

I think I caught it for the rim, I be my fucking ways

It ain’t really nothing, I’m still swagging

Lambo, two door, ready for the action

Hanging out the window, I might get the blast

Everybody know SOD be set

Still hitting plays, thinking ‘bout a billion

Stacks on deck, bitch we stacking money to the ceiling