[Intro: Guapdad 4000]
Yeah
[Chorus: Guapdad 4000]
I don't trust fake niggas (Yeah)
Or snake niggas (Yeah)
I could bake niggas or get cake with 'em (Cake)
Lil' brother caught a new court case with it (Court)
I just pray the footage ain't have his face in it (Please)
I'm in first-class business every time I fly (Yeah)
Got caught slippin' once, now I slide (Uh)
With ten hundred niggas with me right outside
'Cause that other shit stress me out, baby, aye-aye-aye
Yeah
Aye-aye-aye
Yeah
[Verse 1: Guapdad 4000]
My bitch tittiеs soft, your bitch titties hard
I was fuckin' up a check and gave birth to a dеbit card (It's a check)
She want some money, I say, "Okay, here"
You niggas rapey, you is fuckin' weird
Took my soul, pussy singin' off them Percs, I call her Pill Scott
Hit it from the front and move her hand, she say, "Chill, Guap" (Chill)
Gotta fuck my bitch from the front, she got a fire face
Eat the pussy multiple times, it's an acquired taste
Just because you got my playbook don't mean you scorin' plays
I could be a businessman, a scammer, or a whore today (Yeah)
Add a real nigga to the end, I'm all four today (Yeah)
Could've stopped the verse right here, but I got more to say
Bougie bitch got me drinkin' wine, this a sauvignon blanc
On the phone with Chance, Mr. Bitches, he gon' bring 'em home
Opps did me dirty down in Texas, they was dead wrong
But we gon' make sure they just dead
Make sure that nigga dead, killed him
Body-bagged and sealed him
Hit the opps like Black Ops, SWAT, and a Seal team
Rich nigga, I'm filthy, whole scalp is silky
Accuse me of bein' him, fuck, I'm guilty
I just touched down in Michigan, I hit up Packman
He wanna do normal shit, but I'm extravagant
Plus I'm havin' shit
More carats on me than rabbit shit
If my bitch get drunk, she might stab a bitch
[Chorus: Guapdad 4000]
She don't trust fake niggas (Yeah)
Or snake niggas (Yeah)
I could bake niggas or get cake with 'em (Cake)
Lil' brother caught a new court case with it (Court)
I just pray the footage ain't have his face in it (Please)
I'm in first-class business every time I fly (Yeah)
Got caught slippin' once, now I slide (Uh)
With ten hundred niggas with me right outside
'Cause that other shit stress me out, baby, aye-aye-aye
[Verse 2: BFB Da Packman]
I'm with ten bitches in Belize, me and Guapdad
I won't leave my baby mama, got the thots mad
We 'posed to be fuckin', talking 'bout marriage on the first date
Ugh, you ain't my type, I like hoes that swallow cocks fast
Wait, stop the beat, don't ever ask me 'bout no rubber, bitch
That's like cookin' baked chicken in an oven mitt
Gucci on my kids, but growin' up I wore my cousin shit
I wanna fuck Breon Robinson, but she my publicist
These are not Mike Amiris, these Levi's
Five dollars for the trunks and they're knee-high
Told my bitch go get her friends, a greedy nigga, bae, I need sides
Big booty bitch sat on my face and gave me pink eye
Spirit Airlines every time I fly
Or it's Frontier, Skiplagged how I book my flights
I'm a cheap nigga, don't give a fuck if I die
Just give me the aisle row seat and I'll be just fine
[Chorus: Guapdad 4000]
I don't trust fake niggas (Yeah)
Or snake niggas (Yeah)
I could bake niggas or get cake with 'em (Cake)
Lil' brother caught a new court case with it (Court)
I just pray the footage ain't have his face in it (Please)
I'm in first-class business every time I fly (Yeah)
Got caught slippin' once, now I slide (Uh)
With ten hundred niggas with me right outside
'Cause that other shit stress me out, baby, aye-aye-aye
Yeah
Aye-aye-aye
Yeah
[Outro]
(Are we good, James Delguapo?)
