I'm Gudda

[Chorus: 2 Chainz] I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda I’m Gudda, Gudda I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda I got high the rest of all Yeah, I got that bottle I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda Got high the rest of all Yeah, I got that bottle [Verse 1: Gudda Gudda] Gudda, pocket full of paper Back on my garage and try to do something to my neighbors Pour duce up to the big race, money got me with a big hand I’m too good, I’m for life, until I’m laying in a ditch day Pistol in my jeans, don’t make me point it at your big head Most you niggas is bitch made, my guns look like in 5th grade I guess to it, I just do it, last track and I just abused it 20-20 vision, I see money and I get to it 20 care in my livers, Imma blow it all at the dice game Can’t take it with me when I die, that’s why I’m just living my life, man Wood grain on my steering wheel, pinky ring on my right hand Twenty thou’ my closet and my pistol on my night stand, I’m Gudda [Chorus: 2 Chainz] I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda I’m Gudda, Gudda I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda I got high the rest of all Yeah, I got that bottle I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda Got high the rest of all Yeah, I got that bottle [Verse 2: T-Streets] To the streets I’m on my Gudda shit With my brother Gudda, we on that Gudda shit Two two’s on me, don’t make me aim ‘em at you Rear flaming flat, you’re just a flaming faggot My money enough, I don’t do some tracking No moving scrap bitch, but I’m about that action Rare Bentley, rare chucks, got the redneck cops on my head, fuck I did jail and I ain’t trying go back Gave my lawyer ten racks and told a whole lie East side, that’s where we rap So don’t make me introduce you to the bottom of the tag Bitch, I’m Gudda [Chorus: 2 Chainz] I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda I’m Gudda, Gudda I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda I got high the rest of all Yeah, I got that bottle I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda Got high the rest of all Yeah, I got that bottle [Verse 3: Gudda Gudda] Okay, I’m Gudda like the balling and the east side is my turf Air hoes in the tacket, make you whistle like a nerf I come straight out my own room, pronounce the real nigga at birth Got my riffle in this rap shit and my left foot on a turf So Imma mix them both together and Imma play it for what is worth Hoping for the best, but I prepare for the worst Mama told me “don’t be scared, so if you’re scared, go to church” Put the money on your head and prepare for rehearse We pull a lie from the bottom of the gutter Niggas think they’re fly while I fly in a chopper Man, I’m laughing at you suckers for the lies that you otter Imma let these niggas know one more time that I’m Gudda Bitch, I’m Gudda I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda I’m Gudda, Gudda.I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda I got high the rest of all Yeah, I got that bottle I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda Got high the rest of all Yeah, I got that bottle