Gutta Boy
Allstar Will, YoungBoy Never Broke Again
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Trap shit, no wack shit, nigga yeah, yeah I pull up and spray up your block (block) You niggas be hatin' a lot (a lot) My niggas be playin' with pots (whip) The f*ck you was thinkin' about? Bitch, I can't let you play on my top Can't tell me nothin', I'm chasin' this guap (uh uh) Pay four for a hundred, that make it a bop Quit wastin' your time, bitch I'm makin' mines count Got some bands in my pockets, I ball Know these haters just wish I would fall I was stuck on the block Took some time off, had to see my dogs Now I'm up, and bitch it's pressure Strictly business, nothin' extra (nothin' else) I take your bitch and undress her Walk through the door see my Gun on the dresser (ugh) You know I come from the gutter, boy Got a nina on me, she'll f*ck a boy You know I run up them hundreds, boy Pass a bitch down, you a lover boy You know I come from the gutter Ain't come up with you, then f*ck you (f*ck you) You cross the line, I'ma touch you Don't care about if I love you I get them pounds on a muscle Put sixty rounds in the (yeah, yeah) I put sixty rounds on your brother (bow, bow, bow, bow, bow) You know I got out of the gutter Saw that shit comin', took cover I get to see who would make it a double I had to struggle before I could Now my diamonds wet like a puddle None of them niggas don't love you You know I come from the gutter, boy You know I f*ck up them hundreds, boy Got a nina on me, she'll f*ck a boy You know I come from the gutter Ain't come up with you, then f*ck you (f*ck you) You cross the line, I'ma touch you Give a f*ck 'bout if I love you I get you murked on a muscle You know my heart in the gutter Yeah, yeah, yeah I ran my bands up in the gutter Yeah, yeah, yeah (in the gutter) I'm a product of the gutter I show you love if I love you (yeah) I never had time to cuddle I had to walk in some puddles (yeah) Forever that money I cherish (I cherish) A half a million I done buried (I done buried) And I play the game every city (city) Over two hundred thousand I bet it (I done bet it) Forever gon' run up that fetti Whole lotta money, I steady be steppin' Sit in the back of the car with a MAC-11 Had to tell these lil' niggas I'm ready (bitch, I'm ready) Yeah, said if they want it We give 'em the blues Before the night, he got his face on the news Pop the top of the drop When I'm uppin' my shoot (brrrt) When I hop in the whip and I start it go vroom All of these niggas be bitches I know for a fact they won't get to my riches They know me, been know me They know how I'm livin' Had to show them lil' boys who The f*ck run the city (bitch, who run it) I swear I couldn't wait 'til I got 'em Three million dollars Don't know where to hide it Ride in the North and I'm Strapped with a chopper He flexin' and I get Lil Ben for to rob him He play him I'ma stretch him if he got a problem 38 baby, Youngboy the Don Dada Whatever I do, all my niggas gon' follow 12 shot up KK in his face, we done shot 'em Slatt You know I come from the gutter, boy You know I f*ck up them hundreds, boy Got a nina on me, she'll f*ck a boy You know I come from the gutter Ain't come up with you, then f*ck you (f*ck you) You cross the line, I'ma touch you Give a f*ck 'bout if I love you I get you murked on a muscle You know my heart in the gutter Yeah, yeah, yeah I ran my bands up in the gutter Yeah, yeah, yeah (in the gutter) I'm a product of the gutter I show you love if I love you (yeah) I never had time to cuddle I had to walk in some puddles They always knew I was raw I fucked the game with no rubber I spend two thousand on Bape I got a style like no other They hatin' right in my face These niggas blowin' they cover All of my niggas my brothers You niggas livin' a lie You better show your true colors Don't try me, I'll bust your lil' bubble I'm straight from the gutter, look You know I come from the gutter, boy You know I f*ck up them hundreds, boy Got a nina on me, she'll f*ck a boy You know I come from the gutter Ain't come up with you, then f*ck you You cross the line, I'ma touch you Give a f*ck 'bout if I love you I get you murked on a muscle You know my heart in the gutter Yeah, yeah, yeah I ran my bands up in the gutter Yeah, yeah, yeah i'm a product of the gutter I show you love if I love you I show you love if I love you
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Written by: BRANDON QUINTRELL MCDONALD, WILLIAM WILLIAMS
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