If We Go Broke

Young Guapo, Young Guapo
You know (real shit)
Still going for the gusto
XVL
Mob Gang (let's get it)
Huncho
Fuck you thought, nigga?
Fuck a rapper, I’m a brick wrapper
Fuck the rap game (they got us fucked up)
If them labels keep playing, we gon' get truckloads
24/7, trap house open, never closed
And when that work touch down, I’ma call Pablo
And with the profit, we can go get some Gallardos
We got racks on a nigga just like Wells Fargo
And if we ever go broke, we gon' call Carlos
And if we ever go broke, we going hard, hoe
And if we ever go broke, we going hard, hoe
I ain’t never starving, hoe, see, what the fuck you thought?
I got some niggas with me that’ll come and knock you out
I got some bitches with me that’ll set you up
And when they spill the business, they gon' sex me up
Okay, these labels tripping, they ain’t talking enough
They keep on hitting my line, but I ain’t picking up
See, you go to the Dome to see Falcons, I just go home to see falcons
Also, you don’t want
If them labels keep playing, we gon' get truckloads
24/7, trap house open, never closed
And when that work touch down, I’ma call Pablo
And with the profit, we can go get some Gallardos
We got racks on a nigga just like Wells Fargo
And if we ever go broke, we gon' call Carlos
And if we ever go broke, we going hard, hoe
And if we ever go broke, we going hard, hoe
I’m stuffing the bricks in the Lexus like I’m playing Tetris
Beating the block, a whole brick on my necklace
Don’t come around here, there’s no zone for that flexing
I know real migos that’s Mexican
A hundred mid sent down from Texas
I wrap them and shoot them to Michigan
Fucking your bitch and I’m selling the fish, I’m legitimate
And the fish
Britney Spears, oops, I done did it again
Don’t come to my trap, talking wrapping
Ain’t signing no deal and no package
Bitch, give me that pussy, I’m savage
Pull up in that U-Haul
I got way too many bricks, I guess I’m supposed to be wrapping
Wrap them up, 'Blo!
If them labels keep playing, we gon' get truckloads
24/7, trap house open, never closed
And when that work touch down, I’ma call Pablo
And with the profit, we can go get some Gallardos
We got racks on a nigga just like Wells Fargo
And if we ever go broke, we gon' call Carlos
And if we ever go broke, we going hard, hoe
And if we ever go broke, we going hard, hoe
I’m getting money, they can’t find me, think I’m Waldo
I’m flying packs to the trap, I’m shipping cargos
My migo, he gon' get me straight, I’m talking pronto
Sold a whole brick and bought a condo
Getting money in different time zones
Fuck a label, still on the grind, hoe
Go ahead, say it like what you write, homes
Back-to-back Benz, that’s my clone
Me and Pablo run the juugathon
Guap at the lot and he 'bout to put on
Fuck a bad bitch while you niggas watch porn
Trap don’t close 'til the whole pack gone
Walk into Magic, they ring the alarms
I’m 'bout to explode, they think that I’m a bomb
If them labels keep playing, we gon' get truckloads
24/7, trap house open, never closed
And when that work touch down, I’ma call Pablo
And with the profit, we can go get some Gallardos
We got racks on a nigga just like Wells Fargo
And if we ever go broke, we gon' call Carlos
And if we ever go broke, we going hard, hoe
And if we ever go broke, we going hard, hoe