CleanUp Concrete Guapo (Ft. DC2Trill)

[Part I]

[Verse 1: DC2Trill & Guapo]
Water with a heavy chance of flooding, shit, that's what it be
That bitch came on Absolut Vodka, she an absolute freak (Absolut)
I told Wade to 41 me, it's never short a G
We just had it flooded, you made the shit cloudy
Glock in the kitchen like air fryers
I just had a run and you made this shit powder
Pull up in some shit with some thin tires
Which white bitches love Din Tai Fung?
Pull out his chain, it was cloudy, no sun
He never was gangster, just street punk
I came with no budget, just pick somethin' (Uh, yeah)

[Verse 2: Guapo]
I told DC, "Let's go half on a pint"
Yeah, let's pour up and drink somethin'
I ain't got no baby bottle, bitch, bring one
Yeah, like my bitches bougie, the mean ones
We make these hoes get nasty, the two-man champions, me and DC finna tag-team somethin'
Yeah, on this Wock', I'm so drowsy, niggas think we be cloudy, the same niggas pourin' up green cup
Record at the house like I'm Manson, my lil' brother savage, he just got a Glock, got it beamed up
12K on an outfit, I'm drippin' Balenci', Balenci', bitch, I'm double B'd up
I smelled seeds soon as he fired the weed up
Bitch come to my spot, the pussy gettin' beat up
Kamehameha, bitch, I'm goin' Vegeta
Drink Casamigos, T up, turn to eater
Play with me, I bet this Drac' come and meet ya
Knock on your door like we servin' some pizza
Put that bat on you, it's like Derek Jeter (Yeah)
Cheat on my bitch, I'm back fuckin' Wockisha
Double cup, double cup, double cup, double cup
Baby come to my crib and she come suck it up
Ten milli' knock him down, he think he super tough
My bitch keep callin' my phone, I'm too high, I'm not pickin' up
I'm way too gangster to beef on the internet
Really slang iron when I'm really not feelin' it
Really throw bullets, I feel like a quarterback
I think that I'm crazy, you see where my mind be at