Gutter ft. Dead Sev Lyrics

Every single day, wake up eat my honey rolls

Every single day, hang up on those stupid hoes

Try to ask me for my money but it's in the bank

Want to ask my shawty where she on saturday

Because me I be skating like a fucker every fucking day

Sucker punch a motherfucker in the motherfuckin face

Saving for a chevy so I can drive through ya state

On the interstate, driving like ninety

Trapping in the gutter since the motherfucking nineties

Why all these pretty boys wearing these nikes

Wear fucking vans, put on a fresh white tee

Rootin' tootin' cowboy from the south boy

Cedar City roots blood flows all inside me

Boots for my shoes when I'm working with the cows boy

Evans is my last name, screaming it proudly

Working hard for my money, after work I'm drinking brewskis

Born in the gutters, will turn you to a gunner

Poppin' off, poppin' off shots for the butter

You can find me trapping with my brothers

Devilish sounds make you scream for your mother

Ah motherfucker

Born in the gutters, will turn you to a gunner

Poppin' off, poppin' off shots for the butter

Try to ask me for my money but it's in the bank

Want to ask my shawty where she on saturday

Born in the gutter, bunch of dirty motherfuckers

Stacking up my money, dodging all these blood suckers

And the hoes stay flocking, bitches all love us

I don't give them my number because they all know where to find us

You motherfuckers, shao tuckers, if ya fancy, Uncle Ruckus

Taking masses to a city, west side of Nantucket

I see you got some ladies that be rubbing on your face

I got four fives too but they tucked inside my waist

You got problems I can understand you know I can relate

Let's be honest man your problems ain't my problems anyway

I could do this any day, any person any place

From the pink towns of France, to my nigga Billy Ray

Try to minimize my shit like it was all for nothing

Bitch I put a bullet in a pig like I was hog hunting

I can see these fascists at the pulpit, bullshit it's all fronting

Bitch I must be on something, run this like I'm Forrest Gump

And quit your trifling, why you lying like you ain't fuck with me

Ain't got no love for me, watching trying to study me

I'm like Joe Burr meets Joe Dirt, never drive got a chauffeur

Passed out and I'm face down like a beer can in the gutter

Born in the gutters, will turn you to a gunner

Poppin' off, poppin' off shots for the butter

You can find me trapping with my brothers

Devilish sounds make you scream for your mother

Ah motherfucker

Born in the gutters, will turn you to a gunner

Poppin' off, poppin' off shots for the butter

Try to ask me for my money but it's in the bank

Want to ask my shawty where she on saturday