GWOP

[Hook]

Pull up to the place and make it pop

My Jigga said I think that the moneys dropped

Now Rebecca's on my cell because she knows I get the gwop

Baby did you know that I'm a boss

I'm a turn these dickheads into dust

Shit then....

Money bopping when I step, lets make it lit then

Cause I grew up in the gutter with some sick men

Why's everyone on twitter tryna diss men

[Verse 1: JAY1]

Stacking up this money, make it taller than the ceiling

Slap it on the table, then I bring my Gs in

Take a trip to Birmingham and meet my sweet ting

Ya punk looking shit nigga, what ya dealin'

Big up one wave, brudda thats the army

They were fuck off party, fill it up with barbies

If she's got a friend then I'm rollin' with shawty

The way you lick your lip up is making me horny

Kick back looking like a baller, whipping in a fast car

Come a long way from the gaza

Splashed a couple hundreds on my starter

Baby would you rather, hit the Shard or go to Benihana

This ones looking like a sweet ting, friends looking leng

But she slapped me when I asked her for a threesome

Say you got figures, let me see then

Try to stay cool, but these dickhead yutes are giving me a reason

Wait.....

[Hook]

My Jigga said I think that the moneys dropped

Now Rebecca's on my cell because she knows I get the gwop

Baby did you know that I'm a boss

I'm a turn these dickheads into dust

Shit then....

Money bopping when I step, lets make it lit then

Cause I grew up in the gutter with some sick men

Why's everyone on twitter tryna diss men

[Verse 2: JAY1]

I'm too saucy with it, bourgie with it

JLC whippin, got me cruising in it

You was at the top but now you're losing, init

JAY1 came now your whole ting finished

Ah, cah I look jiggy when I bop

Big brown back bounce silly when it drops

Book a flight now I'm missing with the squad

Double JD and Coke got me kissing up a thot

Aigh, pull up in a fat whip, bigger than yours

And I ain't touching up a knife, you'll just get one to your jaw

Man can make a couple bangers, cah the kids got the sauce

I ain't even gotta rap, I grab the mic and I talk

I come thru, hit the zoobie like whats poppin

Everybody's talking greezy, but these pussies ain't on nothing

Take a trip to Abu Dhabi, gyally know that JAY1 poppin'

Gucci robe around my body, fore' you twist it down and buss it

[Hook]

My Jigga said I think that the moneys dropped

Now Rebecca's on my cell because she knows I get the gwop

Baby did you know that I'm a boss

I'm a turn these dickheads into dust

Shit then....

Money bopping when I step, lets make it lit then

Cause I grew up in the gutter with some sick men

Why's everyone on twitter tryna diss men