作词 : Young Thug

作曲 : Young Thug

Intro

******, turn up

It's GuWop

Trap house bunkin'

Trap house mansion

Yeah, right on Flat Shoals Exit, nigga

Verse 1: Gucci Mane

I'm pourin' fours and ******t, I need to just put a deuce in

Car cost four-hundred-thou' and I put a roof in

My nigga pot cook it so good he put his shoe in

******, it's a gangsta party, why ****** is you in?

Head bust a microwave, ******t, didn't take him two minutes

You know that there's some straps in the club, they let my crew in

I might just do the Michael Vick man and cook it left hand

If you ain't talkin' 'bout buyin' grams then I'm a deaf man

I can make the shit do numbers, the Stacey Augmon

I told my nigga to dye her hair red like Dennis Rodman

If Gucci Mane got so much money then why he robbin'?

We thirty deep, we come from the streets, ******, we mobbin'

Hook: Young Thug

(It's Guwop), again

Thugger and Guwop, again

Chasin' that Guwop, again

That's my lil whoadie, again

We chasin that money baby, again

We ******' your hoe, again

And if you owe me baby, go head and show me baby

Pull up and pour it

I'mma go gold, let you know it

I got gold on my rolex

And I'm real bright like a poet

I look like a **** boy, I know it

I know I'm gonna win it like Floyd

I became an important lil' boy

Money long like a sock with some shorts

Verse 2: Young Thug

My nigga white and she brown like port

Ed-umacation abort, bookin' these dorks

I jumped off the porch and went north

Whipped you some shit full of narc-cotics

YSL hardbody, I got 'bout 20 chickens in the lobby, baby

Ride It, ride It Kawasaki, saki

I don't speak english

I ****** that mouth, I'm not ***ist

I'm the big homie, I'm leakin'

Stick to the streets like I'm cement

I don't need no change, you can keep it

I don't want your verse on my remix

No panties she my secret

Got a hunnid bands on me I'm cheesin'

This the sequel, lookin' down like an eagle

Hook: Young Thug

(It's Guwop), again

Thugger and Guwop, again

Chasin' that Guwop, again

That's my lil whoadie, again

We chasin that money baby, again

We ******' your hoe, again

And if you owe me baby, go head and show me baby

Pull up and pour it

I'mma go gold, let you know it

I got gold on my rolex

And I'm real bright like a poet

I look like a **** boy, I know it

I know I'm gonna win it like Floyd

I became an important lil' boy

Money long like a sock with some shorts