Gutta Muzik

Play gang

Gang, gang

Ay, this that gutter music

G shit

Yuh

This that gutta muzik

Strictly for my gangstas

It's that thugga music

Glizzy with the dick

Hunter S, stick me, it's that cutter music

Trap shit, don't care if you got bricks or you a drugger boo

(Trap) Gang shit, you play round with that thookle

Bitch, you better use it

Lean and Percocet, it got me boosted for that southside

**** throwin' fours, chuckin' deuces, bitch, this hoof ain't gang

We killers when there's beef, it ain't no truce

When we push up here, we shootin'

Clear your head before you lose it, ****

Today they call TEC

And I'm from Jer', ran up a hundred thousand

Been up in the city, from lil Vegas back to Butler housing

That murder shit, I'm bout it

Sipped so much drank, I coulda bought an Audi

Trap spot, roll, bruh, half a brick, down to half a Audis

They gon' sell it, heroin, all this ice on me, fuck 12

All these diamonds on me shinin'

So you know I keep a pipe on me

Yayo got the key, you wanna see?

****, just follow me

Millions dollars cash

Pussy ****, that's a sight to see

Dope boys, servin', free Montana

I'm a coke boy

Thirteen, sellin' cray, watch my annie

Smoke out the four

Trap house, look somethin' like the Shell

'Cause we got gas and oil

Servin' by myself, can't trust a ****

'Cause he holdin' law

Trappin' by my lonely

I'm like, "fuck a ****"

Fuck a ****

I can't trust a ****

I don't need no shooter

I'll bust a ****

Hoof and you will say that's all I know

Don't need no other ****

Miss me with Philly shit, lil boy

I ain't your brother, ****

It's that gutta muzik

Strictly for my gangstas

It's that thugga music

Glizzy with the dick

Hunter S, stick me, it's that cutter music

Trap shit, don't care if you got bricks or you a drugger boo

Gang shit, you play round with that thookle

Bitch, you better use it

Lean and Percocet, it got me boosted for that southside

**** throwin' fours, chuckin' deuces, bitch, this hoof ain't gang

We killers when there's beef, it ain't no truce

Boo, we push up here, we shootin'

Clear your head before you lose it, ****

I'm in first take, kinda cake

Every day, like my birthday

I came home from jail

And came to ten thousand my first day

You cuffin' on that bitch

And she ate my dick on the first date

Bitch, I got that drop

Let the junkies taste it right off the plate

Bitch, I run my state

And it ain't no debate, no

Ay, threw up in my backpack

That's a Drake, this ain't no .38

Nervous while I'm servin'

So I'm strapped when I make a play

Feds on my ass, I know they pray that I make a mistake

12 gon' wait forever 'fore I slip, **** (Dumb ass)

Don't trip ****, no

Play with me, bet I clip, ****

Trap god, I can turn a nick to a zip, ****

(Trap) Big racks, turn your baby mama to a big flipper

Rip her, knock her down, kick her out

Whole brick a black in my house, wrap it up, send it out

I was at the bottom, **** mad 'cause I'm winnin' now

Good dope, got the junkies comin', runnin' in and out

It's that gutta muzik

Strictly for my gangstas

It's that thugga music

Glizzy with the dick

Hunter S, stick me, it's that cutter music

Trap shit, don't care if you got bricks or you a drugger boo

Gang shit, you play round with that thookle

Bitch, you better use it

Lean and Percocet, it got me boosted for that southside

**** throwin' fours, chuckin' deuces, bitch, this hoof ain't gang

We killers when there's beef, it ain't no truce

Boo, we push up here, we shootin'

Clear your head before you lose it, ****

Gang