She Gutta

All my ladies and my tramps go watch your fucking hands

All my gutter, gutter niggas out to get all of this bread

I’m sipping this Sangria, we ‘bout to blow this scene up

Mama’s trashing from the inside so the jungle looking greener

Show time, stay uptown, my folks are mayors

I’m pushing over, they chopping heads, they ghost whipping this chorus

Smoke and roll and this blunt’s breaking, this boost up in my hand

I’m in the cut, you want a cut, forget it, boy, I’m leaving

Finna play me, finna sound good like smash

Y’all wanna be there, she couldn’t fuck me

Finna play me, finna sound good like smash

Y’all wanna be there, she couldn’t fuck me

She gutta, gutta

Yeah, she gutta, gutta

You ride on my misstep, I own you hoes like pouring

I’ve got dropping comics in my juice

I’m cold, the chick better rock that goose

Pac, pac for willy and that chopper you see, boy

Squatting over…I was faking what they making

‘Cause the slaves and they ain’t making shit…

Bust it, bust it open, taste the TKO

Special shot dropping, I beat it to the floor

Finna play me, finna sound good like smash

Y’all wanna be there, she couldn’t fuck me

Finna play me, finna sound good like smash

Y’all wanna be there, she couldn’t fuck me

She gutta, gutta

Yeah, she gutta, gutta