Kobe & Shaq lyrics

[Intro: Guap]
([?])
Excuse me
Hey hey, man I'm big 37th man
Excuse me ([?])
Damn, long live the men
Free the motherf*cking [?]
Damn

[Chorus: Guap]
Fell in love with that [?] b*tch ain't got no kick
You slip when I hop introduce you to switch
Got Drac' on a date while I'm out with my b*tch
n*gga rule number one [?] snitch
n*gga rule number two [?] shouldn't take risks
Bring sh*t to whoever we don't got no picks
Bring that sh*t to whoever give a f*ck where they at
I be working that chop on my hip it's a blatt
I'm one of them reasons his name on that hat
They tripping and falling I'm rolling that fat
Put sh*t on his whip better pray he don't deck
Put sh*t on his whip better pray he don't mack
I jump out the back they don't know how to react
I'm dunking on n*ggas I'm something like Shaq
Bet slim ain't make it last n*gga got shot
Keep shooting these n*ggas I'm feeling like [?]
[Verse 1: Baby Jamo]
I'm a plug to the socket I'm really in motion
That 7.62 opps know that I'm toting
I be swinging this b*tch they be getting the f*ck
They be jumping the fence like a motherf*cking jump rope
Don't hop in this car if you ain't got no Drac' (This is Petro Gang)
And that blatt on my hip when I give him some chase
I could come out with twenty you'll think that I'm clicking
And I really be banging I'm scamming with Chase
And I'm trapping out shhh
And I'm wearing Amiri I ain't wearing no Nike
Came on their block with that Nike mask, 7.62 God free 2Shiesty
n*gga I really got racks
And I signed a lil' shhh I ain't never look back
You could [?] him 'cause his ass got clapped
And I get out that whip I ain't nothing like [?]
Yeah I'm spinning in that sh*t, and I'm still [?]
My jeans cost 1500 I'm still coming it ain't about fashion
n*gga yeah I took picture of them and yeah I turned them to ashes
Holdup, we gotta sit on their trap
Holdup, we gotta go to the spot (This is Petro Gang)

[Chorus: Guap]
Fell in love with that [?] b*tch ain't got no kick
You slip when I hop introduce you to switch
Got Drac' on a date while I'm out with my b*tch
n*gga rule number one [?] snitch
n*gga rule number two [?] shouldn't take risks
Bring sh*t to whoever we don't got no picks
Bring that sh*t to whoever give a f*ck where they at
I be working that chop on my hip it's a blatt
I'm one of them reasons his name on that hat
They tripping and falling I'm rolling that fat
Put sh*t on his whip better pray he don't deck
Put sh*t on his whip better pray he don't mack
I jump out the back they don't know how to react
I'm dunking on n*ggas I'm something like Shaq
Bet slim ain't make it last n*gga got shot
Keep shooting these n*ggas I'm feeling like [?]
[Verse 2: Guap]
Me and Mook [?] YungAct in the front
We fast on our feet hold you down if you run
I'm bumping that J he got blat with [?] drum
You better not slip you get stuffed in a blunt
It's a one-stop shop on the hill what you want?
[?] confiscating your gun
[?] pills and the drank n*gga Threat got the one
You toting the ghost if you sneeze then you done
If you toting a ghost if it sneeze then you hit
Been cap in their rap man they're fast as a b*tch
Send my young n*ggas through hit your bin with that switch
I'm jumping right back coming through with that stick
They don't ever hit back all them b*tch-n*ggas kids
I'm [?] like Wick
I be spinning their bin like "long live Drip"
I ain't leaving their rip 'til something get hit (This is Petro Gang)