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Lyrics: Radric Davis/Sterling Pennix/Jamal Braud/Joshua Howard Luellen Music: Radric Davis/Sterling Pennix/Jamal Braud/Joshua Howard Luellen Aye, Southside Guwop (it's Gucci) Eskimo p***y, homie Evil Genius, It’s Gucci (GuWop) Shoutout my partner Rozay Eskimo ****ing, nigga What, nigga, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Give ‘em hell Got lil baby from the Chi, she be Chanel Little flow, I swear she rock them solid tips (brr brr) Said she ****ing with Z Money He signed his self (Z Money, it’s Guwop) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh well They call me Guwop, I got so much clientele (skr skr) Fresh as hell, in East Atlanta, I’m the mayor (EA) I signed Pablo, he told me, “Go get Mal and Quill” (Blo, Mal) ‘Cause we so trill (Quill, Wop) Yeah, nigga 12, I'm a Eskimo myself (brr brr) Can’t sign no snitch ass niggas, that would hurt my rep (no) Found out he ****ed, told him keep the cash and dip Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Real niggas only, y'all niggas, y'all some hoes Yeah, nigga, we froze, yeah, nigga, we Eskimos (1017 ****ingt) Yeah, they didn’t know that we used to be poor Yeah, drippin’ designer, ooh, from my head to my toe ****ing on your ho, go get the dough (go get it) Then I go get me some mo’ (I need it) Used to trap niggas at the stove (I used to) Ooh, whippin’ the niggas Yeah, Dolce Gabana peacoat (dingy) I’m ballin’ like Gucci the coach (I’m ballin’) Step on these niggas, you just a lil roach (lil roach) Yeah, rich niggas like Lil Boat (rich niggas) Water on my neck the coast (water) Look in my eyes and they say don’t approach (look at me, niggas) Cookin’ the chickens on the pot like roasts (boom) All my hundreds blue just like my Locs (blue hundreds) All my b*****s bad, they do the most (she bad) I be poppin’ tags to jump in the Ghost Gotta watch your swag, they takin’ down notes Swear niggas like the jewellery, make ‘em vote Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Iceberg, yeah I see you hang from over here Hatin’ niggas (niggas), that chopper hit your ass from over here All these hoes on my d**k ‘cause I signed me a deal Better sign to Big Wop if you want you a mil’ Bust down on my left wrist, I should’ve bought a crib (ice) The pack just touched down, that’s a football field Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hell yeah Pocket full of crip blue hundreds, need a wheelchair We ain’t had shit, we were waitin’ on some welfare Now we up, nigga, we got racks tucked everywhere Wifey made it, diamonds crystal clear, yeah Got so much cash, this shit not fair I ****ed the b***h once, but I ain’t bought no hair We can take a trip, might fly on the lip Hop out the mother****ing and I’m fresh in Moncler Yeah, ride with the stick on the front chair Yeah, 75 on my neck and I ain’t near done yet Try to reach for my *******t, wouldn’t dare Can’t show no love to no niggas, wouldn’t dare All the bullshit goin’ in and out one ear They broke, I don’t care Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah