| Ya’ll should know what it is by now | 
| Swop | 
| Uh | 
| I’m Guapo bitch | 
| Nigga I could sell a brick | 
| Cause I got some hustle in me | 
| And my momma ain’t raise no bitch | 
| So it ain’t no sucker in me | 
| Got to keep that wolly on me | 
| Nigga play I bust a nigga | 
| And these streets so cold | 
| That’s why I don’t trust a nigga | 
| Nigga I could sell a brick | 
| (I could sell a brick) | 
| My momma ain’t raise no bitch | 
| (My momma ain’t raise no bitch) | 
| Keep that wolly on me | 
| If they play I bust a nigga | 
| And these streets so cold | 
| That’s why I don’t trust a nigga | 
| Trust a nigga | 
| No no no no no | 
| I got niggas down the road doing elbows | 
| I play the game how it go | 
| I just keep it low | 
| And these Givenchy motherfucker | 
| Not no shell toes | 
| Let’s get it | 
| He getting, he getting money | 
| Yeah that what they talking | 
| They thought it was a game till I had to show em | 
| Pull up on your hoe | 
| In that new Rolls | 
| And she gon ride the dick like a roller coaster | 
| She geeked up off that new rollie | 
| Plus she know I keep them racks on me | 
| Plus I know that these niggas phony | 
| That’s why I’m going out like I’m fucking Tony | 
| Nigga I could sell a brick | 
| Cause I got some hustle in me | 
| And my momma ain’t raise no bitch | 
| So it ain’t no sucker in me | 
| Got to keep that wolly on me | 
| Nigga play I bust a nigga | 
| And these streets so cold | 
| That’s why I don’t trust a nigga | 
| Nigga I could sell a brick | 
| (I could sell a brick) | 
| My momma ain’t raise no bitch | 
| (My momma ain’t raise no bitch) | 
| Keep that wolly on me | 
| If they play I bust a nigga | 
| And these streets so cold | 
| That’s why I don’t trust a nigga | 
| I got some recipes | 
| That’s the best for me | 
| I got the recipe | 
| Plus I play for keeps | 
| Ride for all my peeps | 
| I dropped out of high school | 
| Now I’m tryna buy a school | 
| Always let them think it’s cool | 
| But I never play the fool huh | 
| 20 rest slim weight | 
| And it’s on a light day | 
| I’m so icy | 
| That’s why they don’t like me | 
| But these bitches love me | 
| Cause I’m young and thuggy | 
| You ain’t getting no string | 
| You know I fucked your cousin | 
| I’m who they thought I was | 
| Bitches by the dozen | 
| I’m flexing on these rappers | 
| And I don’t got no budget | 
| All my niggas trappers | 
| We never work that paper | 
| They know I can hustle | 
| Plus I got the muscle | 
| Nigga I could sell a brick | 
| Cause I got some hustle in me | 
| And my momma ain’t raise no bitch | 
| So it ain’t no sucker in me | 
| Got to keep that wolly on me | 
| Nigga play I bust a nigga | 
| And these streets so cold | 
| That’s why I don’t trust a nigga | 
| Nigga I could sell a brick | 
| (I could sell a brick) | 
| My momma ain’t raise no bitch | 
| (My momma ain’t raise no bitch) | 
| Keep that wolly on me | 
| If they play I bust a nigga | 
| And these streets so cold | 
| That’s why I don’t trust a nigga |