CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : GUT$
Bi-Bi-b*t*h I feel like Guts I’m bout to go berserk
Treating b*t*hes sweetly but to n***as I’m a j*rk
Maggz the type of n***a that might pull up at your work
Pull up at the wrong time bet you’ll get murked
b*t*h I feel like Guts I’m bout to go berserk
Treating b*t*hes sweetly but to n***as I’m a j*rk
Maggz the type of n***a that might pull up at your work
Pull up at the wrong time bet you’ll get murked
Snacking on your b*t*h that pu**y tasting like desert
Once I stick it in work it out and make her squirt
Got that long wood b*t*hes call me Vic Firth
I ain’t spending racks on sh*t you can search my net worth
Smoking on this tree gon hit your face just like an airbag
Kush so strong got me feeling like I’m jet lagged
Made this sh*t for free don’t give a f**k about a price tag
I’m in Hong Kong with the strap up in my duffel bag
I just booked a flight to Metairie to see my family
But I’ll return like Gandalf
Black Wizard up out the 503
Up all night reciting verses G
With perfect symmetry
Run circles on the beat
This sh*t so fire you had to hit repeat
I’m whipping hearses
Pimping nurses
Snatching purses
Cursin f**k
Crushing verses
They dispersing
Kick drum hitting like a truck
HHM we’re satan’s children we were sent to f**k sh*t up
Once we lock you in our sights say your prayers you’re out of luck
b*t*h I feel like Guts I’m bout to go berserk
Treating b*t*hes sweetly but to n***as I’m a j*rk
Maggz the type of n***a that might pull up at your work
Pull up at the wrong time bet you’ll get murked
Snacking on your b*t*h that pu**y tasting like desert
Once I stick it in work it out and make her squirt
Got that long wood b*t*hes call me Vic Firth
I ain’t spending racks on sh*t you can search my net worth
b*t*h you got a hollow tip but nothing to attach it to
If you got an issue I'ma pull up with a bag or two
Chopper gunner raid I'ma pull up with a mag or two
You a fan of me but know that I'm not a fan of you
Pull up on your b*t*h, shawty suck me in a c*ckpit
Witchouse empty out your brain like your pockets
Tossin' semi I'm gon' put you in a Coffin'
Robbin' b*t*h I look like Guts when I'm carvin
b*t*h I feel like Guts I’m bout to go berserk
Treating b*t*hes sweetly but to n***as I’m a j*rk
Maggz the type of n***a that might pull up at your work
Pull up at the wrong time bet you’ll get murked
Treating b*t*hes sweetly but to n***as I’m a j*rk
Maggz the type of n***a that might pull up at your work
Pull up at the wrong time bet you’ll get murked
b*t*h I feel like Guts I’m bout to go berserk
Treating b*t*hes sweetly but to n***as I’m a j*rk
Maggz the type of n***a that might pull up at your work
Pull up at the wrong time bet you’ll get murked
Snacking on your b*t*h that pu**y tasting like desert
Once I stick it in work it out and make her squirt
Got that long wood b*t*hes call me Vic Firth
I ain’t spending racks on sh*t you can search my net worth
Smoking on this tree gon hit your face just like an airbag
Kush so strong got me feeling like I’m jet lagged
Made this sh*t for free don’t give a f**k about a price tag
I’m in Hong Kong with the strap up in my duffel bag
I just booked a flight to Metairie to see my family
But I’ll return like Gandalf
Black Wizard up out the 503
Up all night reciting verses G
With perfect symmetry
Run circles on the beat
This sh*t so fire you had to hit repeat
I’m whipping hearses
Pimping nurses
Snatching purses
Cursin f**k
Crushing verses
They dispersing
Kick drum hitting like a truck
HHM we’re satan’s children we were sent to f**k sh*t up
Once we lock you in our sights say your prayers you’re out of luck
b*t*h I feel like Guts I’m bout to go berserk
Treating b*t*hes sweetly but to n***as I’m a j*rk
Maggz the type of n***a that might pull up at your work
Pull up at the wrong time bet you’ll get murked
Snacking on your b*t*h that pu**y tasting like desert
Once I stick it in work it out and make her squirt
Got that long wood b*t*hes call me Vic Firth
I ain’t spending racks on sh*t you can search my net worth
b*t*h you got a hollow tip but nothing to attach it to
If you got an issue I'ma pull up with a bag or two
Chopper gunner raid I'ma pull up with a mag or two
You a fan of me but know that I'm not a fan of you
Pull up on your b*t*h, shawty suck me in a c*ckpit
Witchouse empty out your brain like your pockets
Tossin' semi I'm gon' put you in a Coffin'
Robbin' b*t*h I look like Guts when I'm carvin
b*t*h I feel like Guts I’m bout to go berserk
Treating b*t*hes sweetly but to n***as I’m a j*rk
Maggz the type of n***a that might pull up at your work
Pull up at the wrong time bet you’ll get murked
