Gutta

[Chorus] Bitch, I'm from the gutter, yeah I was serving butter Just me and my brothers Love me like no other, yeah Man I miss my mother I can't have another Hold up, roll another blunt Baby, please don't judge me Where I'm from it's ugly Stressin', sipping muddy How he shot his buddy Bitchin' 'bout some Cudi Left that pussy bloody We ain't never study But still made I swear to God we lucky Who would have thought that some niggas from Kentucky Go to Atlanta and make the city love me, yeah She say she in my bag, yeah Okay, I got the racks, yeah What color Chanel bag?, yeah Don't trip 'cause I'm gon' make bag, yeah Off the P, man this shit straight gas, yeah Wagon G, and I hit it straight gas, yeah Straight facts, yeah Smoke a zip when I think way back, yeah [Verse] On the gang I really think I love you Baby, never change, won't put no one above you Say my name, you screaming when I fuck you I been through the rain but cover up your puddles Exotic strains, a couple of Russian muzzles He been going insane, survival of the jungle He got up his muscle, but like parts to the puzzle Made it through the struggle, took off like a shuttle, yeah [Chorus] Bitch, I'm from the gutter, yeah I was serving butter Just me and my brothers Love me like no other, yeah Man I miss my mother I can't have another Hold up, roll another blunt Baby, please don't judge me Where I'm from it's ugly Stressin', sipping muddy How he shot his buddy Bitchin' 'bout some Cudi Left that pussy bloody We ain't never study But still made I swear to God we lucky Who would have thought that some niggas from Kentucky Go to Atlanta and make the city love me, yeah She say she in my bag, yeah Okay, I got the racks, yeah What color Chanel bag?, yeah Don't trip 'cause I'm gon' make bag, yeah Off the P, man this shit straight gas, yeah Wagon G, and I hit it straight gas, yeah Straight facts, yeah Smoke a zip when I think way back, yeah