100 Round Choppers Guap Tarantino (Ft. Lil Uzi Vert)

[Intro]
Choppa, choppa, choppa, choppa
Bitch, choppa
Choppa, choppa, choppa, choppa
ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob

[Chorus: Guap Tarantino]
Hunnid round choppas, my lil' niggas like shottas
Might sell ya father, we get plenty of dollars
Have a ménage, uh, with your bitch on my Charger
Was at the bottom now a nigga got larger (Yeah, yeah)
Don't want no problems with that bitch, I'ma dodge her (Yeah, yeah)
I'm in Miami on the coast eatin' lobster (Woo, woo)
I won a GRAMMY just to mean that I'm bossed up (Yeah)
Can't wear no panties, yeah, that chick done got tossed up (Slatt, slatt)
Yes, I'm a bandit, uh
Came from the planet (Woo, woo)
Fuck her then vanish (Yeah)
Racks getting managed
Walk in with the stick (Yeah), I don't give a shit (Yeah)
I just ate my wrist (Yeah), VVs, it glisten (Yeah)

[Verse 1: Guap Tarantino]
I just paid a rent (Rent), choppa came with tint (Woo)
I just fucked your bitch and gave her back like [?] (Woo, woo)
Nigga keep on talkin', man, that business gon' get sent, yeah
Every beat I'm walkin', makin' hits extravagant (Yeah)
I got a bad bitch
Turn to a savage (Let's go)
No, I'm not average (What?)
Green like a cabbage
I'ma bag bitch, fuck on the baddest but no, I don't kiss (Woo)
Yeah, I'm a Bourne with the Glock, I don't miss
I'm goin' straight to the top on my [keys?]
Went to New York with some ice on my wrist (Yeah)
I'm fresh out the boat like I just got some [?]
I gave her one Perc', I said, "Girl, we can hang sometime"
Got some of ya niggas, they ready to [?] line
All of this money, it blowin' my phone line
I know this shit, perfect time
I done made it off of rhymes
You can't tell me I ain't—