Feel Like Guwop - Ola Runt

Ola

What you on, nigga?

Nigga got back on that

No cap

High as fuck, ain’t gon' lie to you

No cap

Fuck these niggas, roll 'em

Feel like Guwop, get your shooter shot

Chopstick in my hand like the waitress brought some sushi out

Shit-bag, smell like dookie out

Face shot, get your pimple popped

Think shit funny, your dimple shot

Ain’t a mechanic, but I drill a lot

Ridin' down, now draw down, you’ll get gunned down

Tailor-made fashion on the stage just like James Brown

Walk in with a Kel-Tec

Your block, we left some shells at

You pussy, I’ma smell that

You servin', you can’t sell that

On my corner with that Ralo

Glock 30 full of hollows

Grown man, but I sip out the bottle

Draw down, I had hit from a vato

Ask Kemo, we was sittin' in that Tahoe

Me and Tay Tay, we was servin' out the JJ

Good times just like JJ

Shit went bad, Tuesday turned mayday

Out the red store, it was a ricochet

I had the Glock, I had to pop

Nigga screamed 12 when he seen two cops

Shots got fired, I had seen two opps

I’m from the wild wild East

Free lil' Zay, caught a body at puberty

Free lil' Zion, headshot, it was to a marine

Can’t walk through the cut, it’s a murder scene

Catch a body, blame it on the bean

Catch him lackin', he was on the lean

Two guns with the murder team

I live a gang life, big B’s, nigga, real right

If I ain’t set trip, I wouldn’t feel right

Feel like Guwop, get your shooter shot

Chopstick in my hand like the waitress brought some sushi out (Nigga,

you’ll get chopped)

Shit-bag, smell like dookie out

Face shot, get your pimple popped

Think shit funny, your dimple shot

Ain’t a mechanic, but I drill a lot

Ridin' down, now draw down, you’ll get gunned down

Tailor-made fashion on the stage just like James Brown

Walk in with a Kel-Tec

Your block, we left some shells at

You pussy, I’ma smell that

You servin', you can’t sell that

Ridin' down Bleveland

Just me and Cap, we got three straps

Two handguns, one stick

Hundred rounds, somethin' gon' hit

Gun so big, it don’t fit, crucial with a Glock .26

He want a zip, I ain’t give him nothin' but twenty-six (Twenty-six grams, ho)

Got fifty opps, least tonight twenty gon' get hit (Twenty of y’all gon' die)

Just like a gun, she gon' take dick (Take dick)

You came up missin', your mama stressin', she went gray quick (Mama stressed

out)

I ain’t nothin' to play with, good aim, get your face hit, no

Can’t come back funny, smoke, we bring like we laced it (Cook his ass up)

Fuck that shit, send a nigga my location, you know I’m on Mason

Kodak Black, lil' Haitian, dodgin' bullets like The Matrix (Dodge these bullets)

You’ll get buried like a dog trick (Bury him)

Nah, your niggas got parvo, all mine smoke good, gelato

Free Petey, yeah, I’m talkin' 'bout Pablo

Feel like Guwop, get your shooter shot (Feel like Guwop)

Chopstick in my hand like the waitress brought some sushi out (Yes, on God)

Shit-bag, smell like dookie out

Face shot, get your pimple popped

Think shit funny, your dimple shot

Ain’t a mechanic, but I drill a lot (Bitch)

Ridin' down, now draw down, you’ll get gunned down

Tailor-made fashion on the stage just like James Brown

Walk in with a Kel-Tec

Your block, we left some shells at

You pussy, I’ma smell that

You servin', you can’t sell that (You pussy)

Shells over there

Like some eggs hatched