Whole Lotta Guap

[Chorus]
I don't need a whole lotta friends
I just need a whole lotta guap
Remember I was shottin' them tens
Now a nigga break down rocks
New trap car tryna blend
Prayin' that I don't get stopped
Bitch came through with a friend
Bro said "Try and give top."
These niggas hearin' my song askin' the question like, "Yo is he telling the truth?"
You can go 'round the city ask Kizzy 'bout me man I ain't gotta say shit man they'll show you the proff
Packet come white like my tooth
I ain't gotta cap when I jump in the booth
Press start on a coupe
It won't take me long to get rid of a duece

Remember times I was flat on my face
I didn;t have me no bands had to get up an jugg
Now I just walk in the kitch' put the work in the pot

I used to hit cells
This shit harder than clay
I can already tell the won't feel me in Notts
This yute runnin' me down

Whar the fuck I look like wearin' Fila
I just seen a old link

Now gotta put it on silent how the fuck can I sleep
Tryna plot on a move so we creep
Tats -- jeep

Yo fam, why you callin' me already an just got the pack now
I shout you back as soon as

[Chorus]
I don't need a whole lotta friends
I just need a whole lotta guap
Remember I was shottin' them tens
Now a nigga break down rocks
New trap car tryna blend
Prayin' that I don't get stopped
Bitch came through with a friend
Bro said "Try and give top."
These niggas hearin' my song askin' the question like, "Yo is he telling the truth?"
You can go 'round the city ask Kizzy 'bout me man I ain't gotta say shit man they'll show you the proff
Packet come white like my tooth
I ain't gotta cap when I jump in the booth
Press start on a coupe
It won't take me long to get rid of a duece

I got a nigga OT --- being too rude

What you spending on food
That M ain't no a regular dude
Couple fo views

I'm not in the mood

You better not talk like you don't have a clue

I gotta stick with the P like I'm glue

I sent a nigga OT for some weeks all he bought was some drip
I made a flip
I rockin the new jays and the jeans with the rips
Can't make racks better jump of a cliff

Remember on 10/10 I'm paro as hell I got feds on my tail
Got the blowers as well
Free K[?] I'm screamin' that shit till he get out the cell

[Chorus]
I don't need a whole lotta friends
I just need a whole lotta guap
'Member I was shottin' them tens
Now a nigga break down rocks
New trap car tryna blend
Prayin' that I don't get stopped
Bitch came through with a friend
Bro said "Try and give top."
These niggas hearin' my song askin' the question like, "Yo is he telling the truth?"
You can go 'round the city ask Kizzy 'bout me man I ain't gotta say shit man they'll show you the proff
Packet come white like my tooth
I ain't gotta cap when I jump in the booth
Press start on a coupe
It won't take me long to get rid of a duece