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[Chorus: Guap Tarantino]
I just did that shit, put them birds in the Bentley
Can't f..ck with these new niggas, keep the nerds out the kitchen
I can't trust a thot bitch, man, them bitches round here sinnin
Run that shit up, then I ship it
I'm designer with them tickets
Rack racing, sack chacing
Big faces, money taking

[Verse 1: Guap Tarantino]
Young nigga move that work, from Atlanta to the table
Got prices on your head, I a young nigga hit that table
Nigga really gettin that paper, f..ck you, bitch, see you later
Got a Glocc 19 with a laser
Switch on me, might make it graze ya
My diamonds drippin water, bitch, I think you need a sailor
I put these bitches in bags, man, you know I don't save her
That tech off you, pussy boy, don't touch my paper
Tell my old hoe, you might get some dick for good behavior
I got the work, you know I'm really in the streets
I get hoes f..ckin for free, yeah, Freebands, you know I put in work
And you know Casino is gang, you know I f..ck with him

[Chorus: Guap Tarantino]
I just did that shit, put them birds in the Bentley
Can't f..ck with these new niggas, keep the nerds out the kitchen
I can't trust a thot bitch, man, them bitches round here sinnin
Run that shit up, then I ship it
I'm designer with them tickets
Rack racing, sack chacing
Big faces, money taking

[Verse 2: Casino]
Tryna take the gun out the bag, I'm on Perkasit
Got your bitch, don't forget
12 goin shoot, when I shine
These diamonds, take your hoe, I think it's perfect timing
All the shining, since the trap boomin
Pour up the 4 in my face, f..ck the law
That's a Fileep on my neck, man, f..ck the law
Blue hundreds, passed around, I ain't order it
Blue strips in my pocket, got bands
Throwin bricks, like I was young, man
We going guap mode, we bout to drop a bag
Hit up my bro Future, didgital dash

[Chorus: Guap Tarantino]
I just did that shit, put them birds in the Bentley
Can't f..ck with these new niggas, keep the nerds out the kitchen
I can't trust a thot bitch, man, them bitches round here sinnin
Run that shit up, then I ship it
I'm designer with them tickets
Rack racing, sack chacing
Big faces, money taking



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