Guapdad 4000 – Alpha Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah

[Chorus]
I don't trust fake niggas (Yeah)
Or snake niggas (Yeah)
I could bake niggas or get cake with 'em (Cake)
Lil' brother caught a new court case with it (Court)
I just pray the footage ain't have his face in it
I'm in first-class business every time I fly (Yeah)
Got caught slippin' once now while I slide (Uh)
With ten hunnid niggas with me right outside
'Cause that other shit stress me out, baby, ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Yeah

[Verse 1]
I just pulled up in some Lamb' like I'm sheep skinned (Sheep)
I'm not dark or light-skinned, I'm me skinned (Me)
I'm a hood nigga, but I'm not a street nigga (Street)
Even still, I'm too deep in it (Deep)
Got a breathtakin' bitch so thick
I can't breathe, RIP George Floyd, f*ck all the PD's
I done poured so much drink I can't freeze
My trunk full, I can't speed so I don't
[Chorus]
I don't trust fake niggas (Yeah)
Or snake niggas (Yeah)
I could bake niggas or get cake with 'em (Cake)
Lil' brother caught a new court case with it (Court)
I just pray the footage ain't have his face in it
I'm in first-class business every time I fly (Yeah)
Got caught slippin' once now while I slide (Uh)
With ten hunnid niggas with me right outside
'Cause that other shit stress me out, baby, ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Yeah

[Verse 2]
If I don't got no money I be pissed off
f*ckin' on a pretty ghetto bitch raw

I love when the nails done (Check)
Got a fresh set (Yes)
Mop the floor with that p*ssy like a wet jet (Squirt)
One of the hottest in my city, I could stop snowin'
I'm so breathtakin' people thought I caught COVID
No love for a snitch that is not P, rats singin' on cam like Jacquees
I like to wear a lotta silk like your aunties
I just gave one piece, to my one piece
At the house watchin' One Piece with the pump piece
I'm really not pressed to get you to f*ck me
You don't gotta choose me choose jigga juice (Yeah)
He got the black and white jumpin' like Zambumafu
I was down on my last, then I found a bag
I know it made 'em mad, too bad
I fee like Mike Jack' nigga, who bad?
Foot on they neck and foot on the gas
I don't got respect and I got [?]
But I always came back like Samurai Jack
Never could put no fake shit in my blood, I can't even fake a nut
My life lit, I can't make this shit up
Threw some many ones on [?] B-day, had to rake that shit up
Rake that shit up!
[Chorus]
I don't trust fake niggas (Yeah)
Or snake niggas (Yeah)
I could bake niggas or get cake with 'em (Cake)
Lil' brother caught a new court case with it (Court)
I just pray the footage ain't have his face in it
I'm in first-class business every time I fly (Yeah)
Got caught slippin' once now while I slide (Uh)
With ten hunnid niggas with me right outside
'Cause that other shit stress me out, baby, ayy, ayy, ayy
Yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy (ayy, ayy, ayy)
Yeah

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