[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
Gua bitch I can walk on water
Fuck yo baby momma yesterday then pay her a quarter
She said she never seen a Charger she had own Maseratis
I told her if she was my bitch id have her draped in Versace
I got a trap house mansion next to Bill Cosby
You can ask around about me they'll say i'm rock solid
And if yo body don't soft you'll make way more profit
I took a half a mill lost but it still didn't stop me and
If the cops try to stop well i'm not stopping
They call me hundred percent wock cause i'm not flopping
I had the trap fucked up cause i'm scrape dropping
And I ain't gotta say i'm back cause I stay popping

[Chorus: Jose Guapo]
Ima spend a lot a racks just for fun a day
Ima smoke a lot a blunts just for a day
I bet a 20 with the falcons and they win a day
I pulled up on him with his bitch so he ain't got nuthin to say
He ain't got nuthin to say, he ain't got shit to say
Look at his face he ain't got nuthin to say
I finest him on the play so he ain't got nuthin to say
They know them young shooters don't play so they ain't got nuthin to say

[Verse 2: Jose Guapo]
I'm a remixing brick lunatic, hit the liquor hundred
He got money bitch they funny bitch and you go miss this money bitch
The Gucci club ain't shit to me I park my shit in front of it
Jumped out like i'm filthy rich my chick poked out like 50 cent
Talk more trash than 50 cent and get you killed for 50 cent
Why y'all n***as so devious you always get me in some shit
Mischievous for treason then might leave yo ass not breathing bitch
Clap you for no reason then the reason you ain't ask as bitch
All my guns got market drums my shit hold 200 rounds
Since you love that bitch so much I kill yo ass in front a her
Don't play me like I'm young and dumb I need my fucking money bruh
Cause i'm a money launderer but it turned into the pawning shop
[Chorus: Jose Guapo]
Ima spend a lot a racks just for fun a day
Ima smoke a lot a blunts just for a day
I bet a 20 with the falcons and they win a day
I pulled up on him with his bitch so he ain't got nuthin to say
He ain't got nuthin to say, he ain't got shit to say
Look at his face he ain't got nuthin to say
I finest him on the play so he ain't got nuthin to say
They know them young shooters don't play so they ain't got nuthin to say


[Verse 3: Jose Guapo]
Ay it's young Guap bitch shout out to young Gucci
I pull up with yo bitch smoking big doobies [plank]
I hopped out with them rednecks have em looking stupid
Them young n***as they wilding they pull up, they shooting
And all ma n***as balling like they allay-hooping
Alot a shooters on the team but we still recruiting
That peanut J came in you know it came from Cali
And I spend like a 10 when I was off in Bali
And that just made me feel just like i'm was ripe for [?]
They got a lot felony don't talk bout weapons to us
What yo bitch go say n***a you ain't got shit to say
Pulled up on him piss him off n***a that's anyway

[Chorus: Jose Guapo]
Ima spend a lot a racks just for fun a day
Ima smoke a lot a blunts just for a day
I bet a 20 with the falcons and they win a day
I pulled up on him with his bitch so he ain't got nuthin to say
He ain't got nuthin to say, he ain't got shit to say
Look at his face he ain't got nuthin to say
I finest him on the play so he ain't got nuthin to say
They know them young shooters don't play so they ain't got nuthin to say