Gutta Boy - AllStar Will, YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck you (fuck 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 fuck up them hundreds, boy

Got a nina on me, she’ll fuck a boy

You know I come from the gutter

Ain’t come up with you, then fuck you (fuck you)

You cross the line, I’ma touch you

Give a fuck '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 fuck 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 fuck up them hundreds, boy

Got a nina on me, she’ll fuck a boy

You know I come from the gutter

Ain’t come up with you, then fuck you (fuck you)

You cross the line, I’ma touch you

Give a fuck '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 fuck up them hundreds, boy

Got a nina on me, she’ll fuck a boy

You know I come from the gutter

Ain’t come up with you, then fuck you

You cross the line, I’ma touch you

Give a fuck '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