| Nigga, turn up |
| It’s GuWop |
| Trap house bunkin' |
| Trap house mansion |
| Yeah, right on Flat Shoals Exit, nigga |
| I’m pourin' fours and shit, 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 |
| Nigga, it’s a gangsta party, why fuck is you in? |
| Head bust a microwave, shit, 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 dope do numbers, the Stacey Augmon |
| I told my bitch 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, nigga, we mobbin' |
| (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 fuckin' 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 dope 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 |
| My bitch white and she brown like port |
| Ed-umacation abort, bookin' these dorks |
| I jumped off the porch and went north |
| Whipped you some dope 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 fuck that mouth, I’m not sexist |
| 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 |
| (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 fuckin' 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 dope 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 |