Guap Tarantino Top Floor (feat. Hoodrich Pablo Juan)
[Intro: Guap Tarantino]
Ayy, where you get that beat from? Mooktoven
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, let's go
[Chorus: Guap Tarantino]
Ran up a check, diamonds on my wrist, yeah, you know they wet (They wet, yeah)
Yeah, look at my wrist, bust down Rollie and it got baguettes (Baguettes, yeah)
Yeah, check out my fit, yeah, I'm spillin', might make a mess (Mess, yeah)
Yeah, a nigga really trippin', they don't get no checks (No checks, yeah)
Top floor vet, she get top floor sex (Sex)
Diamonds real wet, we give all the hoes sex (Sex)
And I'm on the Addy (Addy), yeah, you know I ain't get no rest (Rest, yeah)
West coast, Cali, me and Max smokin' the best (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Guap Tarantino]
Drop pot, whip another bowl (Bowl)
Yeah, bitches wanna know how I get extra dough (Extra dough, yeah)
Yeah, chains around my neck, yeah, they diamond ropes
Yeah, when I ain't have no check, all I had was hope (Rack, rack, racks)
Yeah, put a couple racks in the dresser (Yeah), niggas ain't having' no pressure (Pressure)
Shawty wanna f..ck me in the Tesla truck, then I ask her what she gon' tell ‘em
Yeah, and I'm on a whole ‘nother level (Yeah), two hundred racks, I can't settle (Racks)
Yeah, I wear my chain like a medal (Yeah), kickin' shit like Belly
One shot, might peck ‘em (Woah), yeah, we used to sell ‘em (Woah)
Yeah, we used to mail ‘em (Woah), and we might just bail ‘em (Yeah)
Racks up, I tell ‘em (Racks), I want the money for sure, ooh (Sure)
Might just go top rope, ooh (Rope), now I'm on top floor
[Chorus: Guap Tarantino]
Ran up a check, diamonds on my wrist, yeah, you know they wet (They wet, yeah)
Yeah, look at my wrist, bust down Rollie and it got baguettes (Baguettes, yeah)
Yeah, check out my fit, yeah, I'm spillin', might make a mess (Mess, yeah)
Yeah, a nigga really trippin', they don't get no checks (No checks, yeah)
Top floor vet, she get top floor sex (Sex)
Diamonds real wet, we give all the hoes sex (Sex)
And I'm on the Addy (Addy), yeah, you know I ain't get no rest (Rest, yeah)
West coast, Cali, me and Max smokin' the best (Yeah)
[Verse 2: Hoodrich Pablo Juan]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ride with the chopper, the coupe got two doors
They used to pray for us, now I'm in Christian Diors
You was just broke, they ain't had shit for us
Lambo pull up with the Aventadors
Every time we make it rain, it pours
Shittin' with the foreign engine, call it horse manure
All the Gucci, I should get endorsements for it (I should)
1'5, trap out the dope hole (1'5), he want ten bricks and I put ‘em on the dolo (Ten bricks)
Strapped like a dyke on these pussies, no homo (Strapped)
Came from apartments, nigga, now I'm in the condo (Came from the apartments)
Smokin' Gelato, got gas like the Citgo (Smokin' Gelato)
I'm kickin' this shit like dojo
Call up Street, he just came from the dirt road (Dirt road)
Boop, boop, back up the truck load (Boop)
I done break broad doors, no peepholes (No peepholes)
Play foul and we shoot like some free throws (Bow, bow)
Me and Fat Guap just pulled up on some freak hoes (Fat Guap)
Still for the Freebandz, we'll pull a kickdoor (Kickdoor)
Yeah, tell me what the pussy gon' hit for (What it hit for?)
Trap like the CVS store, we got good dope (Good dope)
Bend her over, she was pigeon-toed (Pigeon-toed)
Pop a Addy, then I f..ck her on beast mode
[Chorus: Guap Tarantino]
Ran up a check, diamonds on my wrist, yeah, you know they wet (They wet, yeah)
Yeah, look at my wrist, bust down Rollie and it got baguettes (Baguettes, yeah)
Yeah, check out my fit, yeah, I'm spillin', might make a mess (Mess, yeah)
Yeah, a nigga really trippin', they don't get no checks (No checks, yeah)
Top floor vet, she get top floor sex (Sex)
Diamonds real wet, we give all the hoes sex (Sex)
And I'm on the Addy (Addy), yeah, you know I ain't get no rest (Rest, yeah)
West coast, Cali, me and Max smokin' the best (Yeah)
