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