Guapanese - Lil Pete, DeJ Loaf

Yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Balenciaga, got 'em all on my feet

Said they love me but it’s hard to believe

Wanna book me, that’s gon' cost a fee

Balenciaga, got 'em all on my feet

Said they love me but it’s hard to believe

Rockin' Gucci so I doubled my Gs

Wanna book me, it’s gon' cost a fee

Spanish mami, she from Belize

Speak to me, speak guapanese

Goin' hard, ain’t no stoppin' me

Drip, drip, like a faucet, sink

Balenciaga, got 'em all on my feet

Said they love me but it’s hard to believe

Rockin' Gucci so I doubled my Gs

Wanna book me, it’s gon' cost a fee

Spanish mami, she from Belize

Speak to me, speak guapanese

Goin' hard, ain’t no stoppin' me

Drip, drip, like a faucet, sink

I’m goin' hard, ain’t no stoppin' me

Ballin' out like I’m James Harden

On the bench, you ain’t even startin'

Real niggas and we ain’t departed

Juggs bustin' like a bitch jeans

Cashing out like bitch, please

V10, that’s a ten speed

Benz coupe, gotta tint me

Niggas lurkin' on they bitch page

Couple niggas got bitch ways

Get the strap like I’m 50

Gotta drip up in Fendi

Ridin' 'round with a whole hundred

In my bag, I been road runnin'

Bitches hate me 'cause I fuck they friend

Heart cold, I can’t be your mans

I ain’t never with the lovey-dove

Finding love in the strip club

On the pole and she fuck it up

Trust a bitch, I can’t trust a slut

No fucks I can never give

I just wanna have hella kids

One life, so you gotta live

Turning up like a college kid

Balenciaga, got 'em all on my feet

Said they love me but it’s hard to believe

Rockin' Gucci so I doubled my Gs

Wanna book me, it’s gon' cost a fee

Spanish mami, she from Belize

Speak to me, speak guapanese

Goin' hard, ain’t no stoppin' me

Drip, drip, like a faucet, sink

Balenciaga, got 'em all on my feet

Said they love me but it’s hard to believe

Rockin' Gucci so I doubled my Gs

Wanna book me, it’s gon' cost a fee

Spanish mami, she from Belize

Speak to me, speak guapanese

Goin' hard, ain’t no stoppin' me

Drip, drip, like a faucet, sink

Baggy jeans, got that shit all in my pants

Tryna cut away from pork, but my niggas still go H.A.M

Boy, 214, that’s my land, that’s my land

Stuntin' on these bitches every chance, every chance, yeah

37, yeah, all I wear is Euros

Bad like Mike, no, she bad like a two-year-old

Niggas want her but they know they can’t afford her

War ready, war ready in a Gucci turban (Turban)

You bit my style, hope it was worth it

I’m ballin' out, got my own jersey

Stars in the ceiling, closed curtains

Pull up in your city, we ain’t nervous

Balenciaga, got 'em all on my feet

Said they love me but it’s hard to believe

Rockin' Gucci so I doubled my Gs

Wanna book me, it’s gon' cost a fee

Spanish mami, she from Belize

Speak to me, speak guapanese

Goin' hard, ain’t no stoppin' me

Drip, drip, like a faucet, sink

Balenciaga, got 'em all on my feet

Said they love me but it’s hard to believe

Rockin' Gucci so I doubled my Gs

Wanna book me, it’s gon' cost a fee

Spanish mami, she from Belize

Speak to me, speak guapanese

Goin' hard, ain’t no stoppin' me

Drip, drip, like a faucet, sink