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    [Kanye West]
    What’s Gucci my nigga? What’s Louis my killa?

    [French Montana, Kanye West & (Lil Wayne)]
    I feel like I can’t follow in nobody footstep
    Getting GuWop
    (You know I pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, at your head my nigga)
    Young nigga, young nigga, pop pills, make mills, young nigga
    Young nigga, young nigga, young nigga, young nigga

    [Rick Ross]
    I think I’m ‘bout to lose it man
    Said I’m ‘bout to go Gucci Mane
    In the trap still countin’ change
    Don’t fuck with y’all ‘cause you niggas lame
    Said I’m ‘bout to go Gucci Mane
    Said I’m ‘bout to go Gucci Mane
    On the choppa rant, on the choppa rant
    Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop

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    [French Montana]
    Still-a in that trap getting GuWop
    Out the sewer, now my crib the size of Cuba
    I be riding around with that blocka
    We them Brick Squad, ask Flocka
    Versace shit, Silk The Shocker
    Coulda been San Quentin on lock
    But I two’d up that ghost
    I stack two floors that loaf
    I be floor seats by that coach, I be fight seats by that rope
    Lately so sick I could vomit, Gin with no tonic
    Cheat on my bitch, you know I'm dishonest
    But I’m just a product of my environment
    Young nigga, young nigga
    Pop pills, make mills young nigga
    Got wrist, stay trill young nigga
    Still talking that, still young nigga
    And I ain’t ever lose the chain
    And shawty head stupid man

    [Rick Ross]
    I think I’m ‘bout to lose it man
    Said I’m ‘bout to go Gucci Mane
    In the trap still countin’ change
    Don’t fuck with y’all ‘cause you niggas lame
    Said I’m ‘bout to go Gucci Mane
    Said I’m ‘bout to go Gucci Mane
    On the choppa rant, on the choppa rant
    Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop

    [Lil Wayne]
    Get down or lay down
    Shoot everything up but a school or a playground
    Run shit like a Greyhound
    I’m in here, now who let the Devil in?
    I ain’t been taking my medicine
    My trigger finger ain’t never been hesitant
    I am your ruler, no measurements
    You know I pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, at your head my nigga
    Cash Money ‘til I die, even if I go broke, I still wouldn’t beg to differ
    I’m off papers, I heart paper
    No short paper, better get the point
    ‘Cause I’m point-shaven with a sharp razor
    Get buck like a horse stable
    Too street smart, I’m a geek, I put my niggas on they feet
    So if we fall it be that lean, that make a nigga fall asleep
    I can’t see none of you niggas, and I can see the future man
    Where you going? I’m ‘bout to go Tunechi man

    [Rick Ross]
    I think I’m ‘bout to lose it man
    Said I’m ‘bout to go Gucci Mane
    In the trap still countin’ change
    Don’t fuck with y’all ‘cause you niggas lame
    Said I’m ‘bout to go Gucci Mane
    Said I’m ‘bout to go Gucci Mane
    On the choppa rant, on the choppa rant
    Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop

    [French Montana & (Lil Wayne)]
    Getting GuWop
    (You know I pop-pop-pop-pop-pop-pop, at your head my nigga)
    Young nigga, young nigga, pop pills, make mills, young nigga
    Young nigga, young nigga, young nigga, young nigga

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    Composición: Lil Wayne, Rick Ross y French Montana

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