GUTTA GUTTA

歌詞

Bugz on the beat Saks Fifth fuck my racks up They don't like me on the west, but I get mad love Semi-automatic got a switch, I got a mag drum Rose gold steppin' in Margiela, I'm a bad one Boy, you must be stupid, think you takin' somethin' from me Shell-shock a nigga, he get wrapped like a mummy I won't spend no money on you, bitch, you must think I'm a dummy We got V8's, Beamers and them Trackhawks in the country Yeah, I'll never switch on my day ones I ain't tie my shoes, I might pull up and just lace somethin' Fuck up a check, okay, I'm waitin' for some more Fuck up a check, okay, I'm waitin' for some more Dirty Sprite, ain't sippin' clean, I'm sippin' oil Heard they wanna take me off, I got somethin' for them boys I just sold out five-fifty in your city, makin' noise How you mad at me? I fucked your friend, that ho don't got no morals I won't spend no money on you, shawty, I know you ain't loyal Got a warrant in the city, playin' safe, I'm duckin' boys Blowin' mula in Rodeo, buyin' garments I enjoy Got the murder squad on standby, I make one call to Roy Gutta, gutta, my bitch from the gutta Dirty motherfucker, hit her then I cut her Pass her to my brother, you sucker, boy, you love her Made it flip and double, money, never get enough of Saks Fifth fuck my racks up They don't like me on the west, but I get mad love Semi-automatic got a switch, I got a mag drum Rose gold steppin' in Margiela, I'm a bad one Boy, you must be stupid, think you takin' somethin' from me Shell-shock a nigga, he get wrapped like a mummy I won't spend no money on you, bitch, you must think I'm a dummy We got V8's, Beamers and them Trackhawks in the country