[Verse 1: Guap Tarantino]
Ridin' in a coupe
Fresh as hell nigga wearin' white outside the booth
Can't tie my shoe, I got diamonds on my boots
Can't tie my shoe‚ I got diamonds on my boots
Yeah bitch‚ check my kicks
Look at my wrist‚ VVS
Broke ass niggas ain't talm' 'bout shit
Yeah, we like the army, they ain't steppin' on shit
Nigga try to lease‚ boy they might as well get
Real fat nigga, I'll take your bitch
Heard you pay for it, I ain't pay for shit
Nigga still ridin' but I'd rather get rich
Got in the booth‚ started poppin' my shit
Got in the booth, started makin' them hits
Pull up to your hood, we still got sticks
Yeah, we turn a studio to a snake pit

[Chorus: Guap Tarantino]
Yeah, this not a perc, this a tesla
Bitch talkin' crazy, doin' extra
Yeah, shut up, nigga got my check up
Pillow talkin', then you get wet up
I pull up on a nigga with the cutter
I fucked his main bitch with a rubber
I'm with Duke (Let's go), that my muhfuckin' brother
I salute, never hate on my brother, yeah
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