Gutta Gutta Gutta Lyrics

This is extremely dangerous to our democracy

Tell my son how I made it out the mud

Tell my son I was fucking on dimes at 20 years young

Paid my dues

Twenty sixteen I'll tell you what's good

I was outside I ain't playing by the book

Don't blame me if ya bitch get took

First time in it yea I had the bitch shook

Watch how I do it they gone put me in the books

Ima stick a flag right in front of my hood

Nothing really bother me cuz I dont give a fuck

Back of the stu tryna get my lil nut

How the fuck the nigga turn the silver into gold

When Im steppin out I make a bad bitch pose

Ima give these pussy nigga somethin they can hold

Behind that 1 0 0 0 0

Behind that 1 put me in God Mode (Yeah)

Big body on road

Im the one puttin all my niggas in a mode

They cant understand cuz Im speaking in code

Tell my son I know something they don't

One eighty highland with the rats and roaches

I been gettin money so its hard to approach me

Now a nigga lookin like a vibe from the floor seats

Now all the baddies wanna have me a orgie woah

Da gutta da gutta da gutta da gutta da gutta da gutta da gutta da gutta it made me

I have to admit Im a 508 baby

I know Im an intelligent they say Im crazy

I carry the Priv like its rockabye baby yeah uh

Im ridin passenger she givin top

She way too lazy to get up on top

I aint sayin shit but Im sayin a lot

Ya cropped, ya spot get taken from ya

New V, no key, I ride off the lot

My feet, Embid , I score on the block

These niggas, is dweebs, I feel like a jock (Yeah)

I feel like Young Joc

Its goin down if you aim for my spot

Tell my son Im something they not (Its VanBuren Nigga)

When Im steppin out I make a bad bitch pose

Ima give these pussy nigga somethin they can hold

Behind that 1 0 0 0 0

Behind that 1 put me in God Mode (Yeah)

Big body on road

Im the one puttin all my niggas in a mode

They cant understand cuz Im speaking in code

Tell my son I know something they don't

Da gutta da gutta da gutta da gutta

I was in that service with my childhood friend

I would say a lil prayer but I wouldn't press send

That's the type of energy that left a nigga on read

Tell my son how to farm tell him how to beat his chest

I done fucked up my libido got no time to have sex

Smoking on a big finger to alleviate the stress

In the cut (in the cut)

I need a 100 acres in the cut (in the cut)

My lil cuz Zephan calling me a role model

But I don't deserve the title cuz I go harder

I go killuminati and the new world order

Check out my neck thats new world water

Pull up in a 2 door big ass chopper

Bitches got badder pockets gettin fatter

Focused on future I'm to focused on the past

Staying in the present its the only thing that matters

Ima have the last laugh when it's all said and done

For my daughters and my sons and the country that Im from Ima motherfucking king

When Im steppin out I make a bad bitch pose

Ima give these pussy nigga somethin they can hold

Behind that 1 0 0 0 0

Behind that 1 put me in God Mode (Yeah)

Big body on road

Im the one puttin all my niggas in a mode

They cant understand cuz Im speaking in code

Tell my son I know something they don't

Tell my son

How we get paid how we got rich

Kickin doors in this shit

We do for chosen we do foreal

Tell my son

How we get paid how we got rich

Kickin doors in this shit

We do for chosen we do foreal

Tell my son

How we get paid how we got rich