Guwop Lyrics - Young Thug

I done put 20 up under the Sig... 

I done put 20 Inside the Sig 

I pull up on you and pop at your kid 

I pull up your block and pop at your wig 

I hopped out the Coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch 

Since I was a youngin', I been gettin' dough 

I came right back in and I turn up the show 

I want 'em Xans, they get me off 

I put the V neck on my team, yeah 

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I dig everythin that you sayin' 

I dig everythin' that you doin', too 

I dig the way that you look at me 

You dig the way that I look at you 

I just wanna grab on your butt, but 

The seat in the Benz, the Chanel Clutch 

The FN give him a haircut 

I roll up a seven of John Dutch 

That big booty bounce on the dick and it broke 

I don't gotta act like a gangsta and she know 

My Backwood look like a pole 

My Backwood look like a pole 

I see 'em clouds of the smoke 

I'mma blow pounds of the smoke 

Pardon me, pardon my soul 

I crack a smile for them folks 

Niggas they eatin' in broad day 

In that hoe mouth like a Colgate 

Keepin' that cold case, God, please give me that cold case 

I don't want new friends, forgive me for all of my sins 

I don't wanna think about losin', all I wanna do is win win 

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I done put 20 inside the Sig 

I pull up on you and pop at your kid 

I pull up your block and pop at your wig 

I hopped out the Coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch 

Since I was a youngin', I been gettin' dough 

I came right back in and I turn up the show 

I want 'em Xans, they get me off 

I put the V neck on my team, yeah 

Without the radio, it's 20 a show and that's fasho 

I need that bacon, bitch, we buyin' dope, that's how it go 

Black Amigos, bout the Freebandz 

That 44., I could cook the dope with no stove 

Pot on the floor 

Pull up in that coupe shit, nigga like damn, where the roof went? 

In the streets, they call me Jay Z, cause bitch, I got the blueprint 

No nigga, I don't want no old hunnids, you know I want 'em blue strips 

And I can't fuck you old hoes, I'm ballin' with my new bitch 

Yeah 

You dig that? 200,000 worth of chain and that's a fact 

Got my name in this rap game by sellin' crack 

Rest in peace to OG Double D, you dig that, slime! 

I done put 20 inside the Sig 

I pull up on you and pop at your kid 

I pull up your block and pop at your wig 

I hopped out the Coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch 

Since I was a youngin' I been gettin' dough 

I came right back in and I turn up the show 

I want 'em Xans, they get me off 

I put the V neck on my team, yeah 

Shoot out the Coupe 

Shoot out the roof 

Pull up and smash on her 

We don't got to put a bag on her 

I took your hoe, ya dig? 

I told a hoe to sit 

Had big bells, midgets 

Now you can say I got millions 

Swam with the sharks, water 

You be law and order 

I be gettin' money every mornin': Tom Joyner 

I heard you gettin' money, but you payin' em niggas extortin' ya 

You pay for your fame and fortune 

You pay for your fame and fortune 

I am the plug, cordless 

Pull up with blazers, Portland 

I pay the neighbors to pick up the dope on they porches 

I came from nickel, I came from nickels 

My niggas don't know you, we don't fuck with you 

Ive been in the system, I've been in a pickle 

You dig me like shovels, I gotta fuck with ya 

I done put 20 inside the Sig 

I pull up on you and pop at your kid 

I pull up your block and pop at your wig 

I hopped out the Coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch 

Since I was a youngin', I been gettin' dough 

I came right back in and I turn up the show 

I want 'em Xans, they get me off 

I put the V neck on my team, yeah 

Hop in the private 

This is a Lambo, not a hybrid 

My wrist is a faucet 

Feed 'em perkies, I'm the doctor 

Draco, 100 round choppa 

She got her eyes on me like binoculars 

Count up this money, it's marvelous 

Stall the bitch, I don't call the bitch 

You better dig what I'm sayin' 

I'mma kill you and your mans 

Beat down the block like an amp 

Goin' up like a skateboard on a ramp 

Go buy a rollie and bust it 

Talkin' that tough shit 

But you know you not gon' bust shit 

Look at my fashion 

This is a Gucci rugby 

I'm trappin' and rappin' 

Still got 'em babies in custody 

My diamonds be dancin' 

Live in a mansion 

My life is lovely 

Ain't no more loyalty 

Knock your ass off 

Pay the lawyer fee 

Shit can get ugly 

I done put 20 inside the Sig 

I pull up on you and pop at your kid 

I pull up your block and pop at your wig 

I hopped out the Coupe and I'm fresh as a bitch 

Since I was a youngin', I been gettin' dough 

I came right back in and I turn up the show 

I want 'em Xans, they get me off 

I put the V neck on my team, yeah 

Pop at your bitch