Yes, I need the guap, so I'm workin' with the demons
Packrunner Weiland, I'm flexin' for the seasons
I got your bitch dreamin', she callin' me a heathen
Glizzy got a silencer, so you can't hear a sound
Whole team finesse, so we come in like some hounds
Keep the llama loaded, yeah, filled with hollow rounds
I'm up in the lab, we distribute by the pounds
Dressed up in that Gosha Rubchinskiy
Don't know why she actin' like she miss me
Talkin' reckless, that'll get you hit, B
Diamonds on my necklace, they so pissy
I can't talk to you, I'm off the Xans
I just fucked around and made some bands
Dirty two-liter in my hand
Baby, I can't even understand
Pulled up in a four-door foreign
I can't wife the bitch 'cause she's borin'
Look up and the money be pourin'
Acne Studios is what I'm scorin'
Look up to the future and I'm tourin'
Yes, I need the guap, so I'm workin' with the demons
Packrunner Weiland, I'm flexin' for the seasons
Got your bitch dreamin', they callin' me a heathen
Yes, I need the guap, yes, I need the guap, jugg, jugg, jugg
Yes, I need the guap, so I'm workin' with the demons
Packrunner Weiland, I'm flexin' for the seasons
Got your bitch dreamin', they callin' me a heathen
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I need the guap
I need the guap
I need the guap, yeah
I need the guap