Lil Bitch Guap Tarantino (Ft. Lil Gotit)

[Intro: Guap Tarantino]
Ra-ra-racks
Project X

[Chorus: Guap Tarantino]
I ain't your man, lil' bitch, young niggas havin' the bands, lil' bitch, yeah
Racks make you dance, lil' bitch, all these ones in my hands, lil' bitch, yeah (Ra-ra-racks)
40 pointers my wrist, Presidential, Rollie glis' (Blow, blow)
Yeah, ooh, bitch, you missed, I just paid that ho a visit
Yeah, ooh, bitch, you missed, I got Hi-Tech soda piss
Yeah, ooh, make the list, we got racks to show the wish (Ra-ra-racks)
Yeah, used to the take the risk (What), just to get the loads and shit (Yeah)
Yeah, now they see we rich, yeah, we had to go and get (Go and get)

[Verse 1: Guap Tarantino]
How your edges paused, yeah? (Paused) I got too much sauce, yeah (Sauce)
Fuck that bitch, she lost (Lost), why your racks on pause, yeah? (Let's go)
Independent women, I got bitches, they some bosses (What, ooh, yeah)
And I'm ridin' in that new foreign with exhaust, ooh (Yeah, woo, skrt, skrt, skrt)
[?] in the vert, yeah, I'm soarin' straight across (Brr)
Play with us, we purge (Yeah), don't give a fuck about the law (Brr, brr)
Yeah, she sexy, sexy, she get nasty, nasty (Let's go)
Different color hair (Woo), but she not ratchet, ratchet (Ratchet, rachet)
Oh, she nasty, nasty (Yee), she get nasty, nasty (Yee, yee)
Chasin' status, status (Yee), ice the Patek, Patek (Yee, yee)
Yeah, my pockets dead (Yee), paramedic, medic (Ra-ra-racks)
And she give me head (Yee), call me daddy, daddy (Woo, woo)
Call me daddy, daddy