Guess Who ft. RichieFloss Lyrics

Vroom hop out the coupe, guess who

Stay with some hunnids I keep me a few

Don't try to run up, I stay with a Pew

Yea, don't try to run up I stay with tool

I'm the type of nigga to pull up with three poles

Boy I just couldn't choose

I'm the type of nigga to have three hoes pull up

I just couldn't choose

I ain't the type of nigga to keep my pole in the trunk

Bitch I'm ready to shoot

Don't gotta say what you ready to do

Dive in that pussy I'm ready to scub

I need me another round with you

Don't gotta tell me you ready for two

She tryna go on a few

Yeah, uh okay, okay come on

I'm not tryna vibe with you lil bae

I'm just tryna find the loot lil bae

She want me to buy her lil Gucci bag

I'm tryna see how that coochie taste

And come put it up in my face

PMO comin with his own wave

Richie be comin with his own flave

We don't do shit less we getting paid (Cash)

Yeah, I'm tryna drop the top

So I see the stars in the Wraith

Yeah, I had to cut a bitch off

cause she wouldn't give me a break

I'm the type of nigga to pull up with trees

Then I go empty the bank

I'm the type of nigga to look at your hoe

Then I be makin' her fame

You the type of nigga to cuff the bitch

And buy a drink

If you ain't makin' a team

Then, baby, you get replaced

I put them diamonds on them fans

Guess who

You know I'm talkin' to all them niggas I hated

It's you

Slam my belt to the music

And I do

Pull up my stick and it's just goin' pew

Blessin' the beat, nigga, just like a true

When I step in this bitch, I be shakin' the room

Yeah

Everything that I rock, you know it's brand new

How many you got? Man, I got a few

When you hear the knob, I tell him, guess who

Uh

She blowin' my dick just like it's a fuse

I don't want that cap because it be used

If I'm in that thing, it might be abused

Room

I'm in that bitch, I skirt off

Make it impossible

If you niggas thinkin' that you really better than us

That ain't impossible

Designer, I got closet full

We killin' any obstacle

By the way, she give me brain, she philosophical

Don't get it confused

I'm in the club and I pick you with hoes

And you know a nigga gon' choose

I drop a band on my shoes

Brand new Christian loops

Had to go get it to match some earrings

These are not no truth

Vroom hop out the coupe, guess who

Stay with some hunnids I keep me a few

Don't try to run up, I stay with a Pew

Yea, don't try to run up I stay with tool

I'm the type of nigga to pull up with three poles

Boy I just couldn't choose

I'm the type of nigga to have three hoes pull up

I just couldn't choose

I ain't the type of nigga to keep my pole in the trunk

Bitch I'm ready to shoot

Don't gotta say what you ready to do

Dive in that pussy I'm ready to scub

I need me another round with you

Don't gotta tell me you ready for two