Guap

Gao the Arsonist:
Mama called
Said she want me in an office job
Impoverished up bringing, bringing up why I need pockets swollen
Many dressed in rags and drenched in alcohol like Molotov
Gripped the phone, put it down, like the doctors shot the dog
Gave it a shot
Praying for guap
Felt as trapped as the lamb that Abel slaughtered quick and offered god
So I started thinking Avant-garde
Whats the sense getting checks if when you check you lost your cause

Niggas really have to dig for incentive
Single biggest one is measured in cents
If the piggy bank is broke we expect you been pensive
In the search for value you obsessed with expense
Plenty niggas fall for dollar, penny, nickel, dime
Nicotine, or molly, all addicted, we just pick a side
Pick a fight with definition of success and fulfilling life
While my thoughts are volatile I settled in the nick of time
Decide to flip my priorities had the coins tossed
Fuck the designer, I'm fine with loin cloth
If wealth is the endgame, I ain't buying it like boycott
Conviction never bend
Don't emulate servant boys posture
Unfamiliar fingers in your pockets like the roaches in the drain pipe
Wrapped up in plastic like the roses on a date night
It's absolute, absolutely isn't case by case
If cash stacks a heavy burden you'd choose to break spine

Bitch I only give a fuck about the guap
Dead set on getting fetty til' my body fucking drops
Ain't bout the money then don't even fucking talk
Y'all can bury all your wallets, bitch I'll pick em from the stalk
Cash threw the bouquet motherfucker yeah I caught it
I ain't sleeping until there ain't shit i can't cop
Til' i can burn what earn without a thought
Bitch I only give a fuck about the
GUAp
GUAP
GuAP
GUaP
GUAp
Yeah motherfucker what you bought, huh?
GUAp
GUAP
GuAP
GUaP
GUAp
I'm as shallow as your pockets

If you were ever broke then I broke it off
Plan to get more coinage than the token slot
Koja go as hard as making rolling locomotives stop
All these cocked guns and my tongue done makes more potent shots
Fuck a hole in my heart I want a hole in pocket
From holding too much of my holdings at once
Would have sold all my art to get gold, silver faucets
And soak wads of cash, cos I don't give a fuck
Bed bugs and
Bare bodies
Get money
Red money
Hands bloody
Spend money
Lend a beggar his rent money
Without flinching
Without thinking I could pull out pension
Without a sentence I could, pull attention
From the room, boy you know I'm tempted
To drop knowledge, profound
But they'll listen to the sound more if I drop wallets
I want to make so much authorities demand an audit
Bitch
I wanna be in danger when I'm making deposit, motherfucker

Bitch I only give a fuck about the guap
Dead set on getting fetty til' my body fucking drops
Ain't bout the money then don't even fucking talk
Y'all can bury all your wallets, bitch I'll pick em from the stalk
Cash threw the bouquet motherfucker yeah I caught it
I ain't sleeping until there ain't shit i can't cop
Til' i can burn what earn without a thought
Bitch I only give a fuck about the
GUAp
GUAP
GuAP
GUaP
GUAp
Yeah motherfucker what you bought, huh?
GUAp
GUAP
GuAP
GUaP
GUAp
I'm as shallow as your pockets