GWOP - JAY1

Pull up to the place and make it pop

My jigga said, «I think the money’s dropped»

Now Rebecca’s on my celler 'cause she know’s I get the gwop

Baby, did you know that I’m a boss?

I’ma turn these dickheads into dust

Shit then, money boppin' when I step, let’s make it lit then

'Cause I grew up in the gutter with some sick men

Why is everyone on Twitter tryna diss men?

Stacking up this money taller than the ceiling

Slap it on the table, then I bring my Gs in

Take a trip to Birmingham and meet my sweet ting

Yo, punk lickin' shit nigga, what ya dealin'?

Big up One Wave, bruddah, that’s the army

Do a fuck-off party, fill it up with barbies

If she’s got a friend, then I’m rollin' with shawty

The way you lick your lip up is makin' me horny

Kick back lookin' like a baller, whippin' in a fast car

Come a long way from the Gaza

Splashed a couple hundreds on my Starter

Baby, would you rather hot the Shard or go to Benihana?

This one’s lookin' like a sweet ting

Friend lookin' leng but she slapped when I asked her for a threesome

Say that you got figures, let me see then

Try to stay cool, but these dickheads used to givin' me a reason

Wait

My jigga said, «I think the money’s dropped»

Now Rebecca’s on my celler 'cause she know’s I get the gwop

Baby, did you know that I’m a boss?

I’ma turn these dickheads into dust

Shit then, money boppin' when I step, let’s make it lit then

'Cause I grew up in the gutter with some sick men

Why is everyone on Twitter tryna diss men?

I’m too saucy with it, boujee with it

GLC whippin' got me cruisin' in it

You was at the top but now you’re losin', innit?

JAY1 came and now your whole ting finished

Ah call it jiggy when I bop

Big brown back bounce, silly when it drops

Book a flight, now I’m missin' with the squad

Double JD and Coke got me kissin' up a thot

I pull up in a phat whip bigger than yours

And I ain’t touchin' up a knife, you just get one to your jaw

Man can make a couple bangers cah the kids got the source

And I ain’t even gotta rap, I grab the mic and I talk (Safe)

I come through, hit the zoobie like, «What's poppin'?»

Everybody’s talkin' greazy, but these pussies ain’t on nothin'

Take a trip to Abu Dhabi, gyallie know that JAY1 poppin'

Gucci rope around my body, thotty twist it own and buss it

My jigga said, «I think the money’s dropped»

Now Rebecca’s on my celler 'cause she know’s I get the gwop

Baby, did you know that I’m a boss

I’ma turn these dickheads into dust

Shit then, money boppin' when I step, let’s make it lit then

'Cause I grew up in the gutter with some sick men

Why is everyone on Twitter tryna diss men?