GUAPO Lyrics – Trim

Read the full GUAPO lyrics by Trim along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Trim’s music, you can also explore Chröme, another song by Trim.

[Intro: Trim]
Mm
Let’s do it, let’s do it (Damn, Yak)

[Chorus: Trim & Bankroll Ni]
Hand me the guapo (Guapo)
Ha-hand me the guapo (Guapo)
In New York, fashion week, b!tch, I’m built like a model (A model)
In the black Maybach truck, all my n!ggas got hollows (Hollows)
I’m tryna hop on the pole and shake it like no tomorrow (A pole, tomorrow)
Ha-hand me the guapo (Guapo)
Ha-hand me the guapo (Guapo)

In New York, fashion week, b!tch, I’m built like a model (A model)
In the black Maybach truck, all my n!ggas got hollows (Got hollows)
I’m tryna hop on the pole and shake it like no tomorrow (Let’s Go; tomorrow)

[Verse 1: Bankroll Ni]
Look, hand me the guapo, ha-hand me the cheese (Hand me the cheese)
I’m in this b!tch with Ms. Trim, Thickney, sunshine and Bri (Ayy)
And if a b!tch want some smoke, tеll her, “Get up with me” (Gеt up with me)
B!tches riding the wave, but b!tches can’t ride the beat (Let’s go)
He wanna chew all on this bubblegum (Say, “What?”), he wanna eat it up
And he ain’t Mike gon’ beat, beat, beat it up (Beat it up)
B!tches got some tricks, but ain’t nobody tricking us (Uh-uh)
And n!ggas tryna love on me, but ain’t no love, it’s only lust

[Chorus: Trim & Bri3]
Hand me the guapo (Guapo)
Ha-hand me the guapo (Guapo)
In New York, fashion week, b!tch, I’m built like a model (A model)
In the black Maybach truck, all my n!ggas got hollows (Hollows)
I’m tryna hop on the pole and shake it like no tomorrow (A pole, tomorrow)
Ha-hand me the guapo (Guapo)
Ha-hand me the guapo (Guapo)
In New York, fashion week, b!tch, I’m built like a model (A model)
In the black Maybach truck, all my n!ggas got hollows (Got hollows; Yeah)
I’m tryna hop on the pole and shake it like no tomorrow (Tomorrow; yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Bri3]
I’m a chocolate b!tch, my n!gga brown, we Reese’s Pieces (The fu*k?)
I’m in Chanel, not linking up when I say you should see me (Fu*k you thought?)
If b!tches keep on talking, I’ma crash, be screaming, “Free me” (Bri3)
Eat every ho up in the game, I’m looking thick and greedy
I’m looking thick like Thickney, keep a bankroll like Ni (Ayy, ayy)
I’m coming trim, I bust a squat, give him a taxi ride (Baow)
Hand me the guap, give me the bread, my pockets deep like dimples
Shawty got ass on her, it move like water, cut like simple

[Chorus: Trim & Thickney]
Hand me the guapo (Guapo)
Ha-hand me the guapo (Guapo)
In New York, fashion week, b!tch, I’m built like a model (A model)
In the black Maybach truck, all my n!ggas got hollows (Hollows)
I’m tryna hop on the pole and shake it like no tomorrow (A pole, tomorrow)
Ha-hand me the guapo (Guapo)
Ha-hand me the guapo (Guapo)
In New York, fashion week, b!tch, I’m built like a model (A model)
In the black Maybach truck, all my n!ggas got hollows (Got hollows)
I’m tryna hop on the pole and shake it like no tommorrow-morrow (Uh)

[Verse 3: Thickney]
This n!gga tryna eat up on my pu*sy, bubblegum (Bubblegum)
I got like zero bodies, b!tch, I’m feeling like a nun (I’m feeling like a nun)
I got this n!gga eating on my pu*sy, one and done (Uh, uh, one and done)
This s*it is tight, it’s gripping right, it’s feeling like a gun (Uh, uh)
I got a big-body Benz, b!tch, I hope that I don’t crash, though (B!tch, I hope that I don’t crash)
Lil’-titty b!tch, but I got a lot of ass, though (Uh, got a lot of ass)
I might link a n!gga, b!tch, I hope that he don’t smash, though (Uh, uh, that he don’t smash)
N!gga said he love me, n!gga, do you got that cash, though? (Uh, do you got that cash?)

[Chorus: Trim]
Hand me the guapo (Guapo)
Ha-hand me the guapo (Guapo)
In New York, fashion week, b!tch, I’m built like a model (A model)
In the black Maybach truck, all my n!ggas got hollows (Hollows)
I’m tryna hop on the pole and shake it like no tomorrow (A pole, tomorrow)
Ha-hand me the guapo (Guapo)
Ha-hand me the guapo (Guapo)
In New York, fashion week, b!tch, I’m built like a model (I’m built like a model)
In the black Maybach truck, all my n!ggas got hollows (Got hollows)
I’m tryna hop on the pole and shake it like no tomorrow (Tomorrow)

[Outro: Thickney]
Uh, uh, uh, ain’t no tomorrow
All my b!tches step out, treat it like no tomorrow
I’m a big b!tch, I’ma hope I don’t crash
B!tches mad that my fat n!gga spending on that ass, uh
Okay, mhm