[Lyric] A Lot (Guapo Baby)

(Mama, Zachary making beats again!)
(Wooo, bah)
(K-K-K-Karon)
(You know I got Jay in the stu’ with me)
(I done did a lot, aye, I done did a lot, aye, I had no choice, aye)
(Grrrah, grrrah, grrrah)

I done did a lot, aye
I had no job my only option was lick and rob, aye
You say you a killer, you a feather boy you soft
And my homies they still on that corner selling that re rock, aye
Hide it in my sock, aye
Yeah he Diddy bop, aye
I can never switch up on my brothers I cannot, aye
This life might seem easy but I’m tellin’ you it’s not
He won’t shoot it out the whip he gone jump out and let it pop, aye

You my brother, when I make thеse millions you gone get somе too
Can’t be running round these streets no more I got to much to lose
I got people’s rooting for me I swear I do this for you
Wasn’t there back when I needed you I got no love for you
Need a M I need me 2
Wonder what this bread a do
I jus stack up all these hundreds poppa smurf I need ‘em blue
I can’t stay up in this city, this envy’ll get you killed
I ain’t goin like no sucker that’s the reason why we shoot

We gettin rich
Bank mad all these deposits
Shoot my shot bet I won’t miss
Goofy fake he counterfeit
Imma money making Mitch
But I can’t go out like Mitch
If he try you grab that stick

Alexander and McQueen, don’t wear adidas
I’m charging for a feature, go re-up, and then I’ll greet ya
Everybody round me make they bread they ain’t no leacher
They like keep on preaching boy you late I been a preacher

For whatever, I got you I’m always down
You was loud up on the net now you quiet when we around
Number one rule if you get caught then be quiet don’t make a sound
If you do that mean you snitching then we gotta lay you down

Like, why she on me now
You sneak dissin you a clown
I been makin all this noise and can’t nobody turn me down
Girl this money come before you so you better settle down
Why feening like a demon, say she want another round
(Uh, Uh)

I done did a lot, aye
I had no job my only option was lick and rob, aye
Streets been crazy, no 380, F.N, or a Glock, aye
Why she hate me, she ain’t date me, she a dirty thot, aye
Shout out to them hustlers spent the night up on that block, aye
If I ever go broke I mask up you gettin’ robbed, aye
You claim that you gangster but them boys tell me you not, aye
Guapo you gone make it don’t let ‘em say that you not, aye

I done did a lot, aye
I had no job my only option was lick and rob, aye
You say you a killer, you a feather boy you soft
And my homies they still on that corner selling that re rock, aye
Hide it in my sock, aye
Yeah he Diddy bop, aye
I can never switch up on my brothers I cannot, aye
This life might seem easy but I’m tellin’ you it’s not
He won’t shoot it out the whip he gone jump out and let it pop, aye