Tom and Jerry - Guwop

Hook:

SHOTGUN, since he want to FRONT, Imma grab that PIPE

Shoot it 23 times, he got clapped like MIKE

Wolfing in the morning, put a bag on em, whacked by night

I don’t need a fucking bodyguard, my strap on sight

AR P or baby drake, I bet I pop him

Yous a walking talking pile of BULLshit, DENNIS RODMAN

Designer hoodie, I’m a devil wearing Prada

With the STICK Im finna put him in the sky, I’m HARRY POTTER

Hawking down a RAT in this CAT, no TOM AND JERRY

I’ll let the chop go (BRRR) like «WHERE'S PERRY?»

Pussy bitch you talking about a BODY ain’t POPPED YO CHERRY

TURN the hardest talker TO A BITCH, call that TYLER PERRY’D

Money coming in, 20 thousand while checking a text

HEALTH DEPARTMENT, everyday I’m INSPECTING THE BREAD

Like I’m tryna CHECK SOMEBODY PULSE how I’m PRESSING ON NECKS

ARP a put him on a SCREEN like a SPECIAL EFFECT

Chopper bullets put him on a T (TEA), that’s a BRISK CAN

Left his soul hanging out his body like a stick man

Hook ain’t get around and knock him off, bet this blick can

Ain’t no MARATHON, you MOVE AROUND, and get yo SHIT RAN

I can’t bring your bitch around sh fucking up my hygiene

Dirty bitch I fuck around and drop her at th dry clean

Forty OPEN HEADS like it’s a BOOK, I’m tryna MIND READ

I can’t put no RAPPER on a TAPE, less it’s a CRIME SCENE

Get it?

With this HEAT, leave him MIA

Ain’t no mask on when I slide, you gone see my face

Cook his body with the chop like I heat my plate

I got shooters waiting undercover like the CIA

Pussy talking about a Maserati but he borrow checks

Global (WORLD) with the piece (PEACE), I think Im moving like RON ARTEST

Chopper bullets rip his head and organs, fuck a hard on vest

ARP a leave his BODY SHAKING, that shit HARLEM-esque

Blue hunnids, fuck a Jayhawk, I keep an AR

Swiping I got everything you need like a Kmart

Ironic, yes I am a rapper but I hate bars

Shotgun hit him in his chest, got his chain sparked

Hook:

SHOTGUN, since he want to FRONT, Imma grab that PIPE

Shoot it 23 times, he got clapped like MIKE

Wolfing in the morning, put a bag on em, whacked by night

I don’t need a fucking bodyguard, my strap on sight

AR P or baby drake, I bet I pop him

Yous a walking talking pile of BULLshit, DENNIS RODMAN

Designer hoodie, I’m a devil wearing Prada

With the STICK Im finna put him in the sky, I’m HARRY POTTER