Gutta Baby ft. Riff Raff Lyrics

If it ain't Vargated, I need Butterfly Cool It's the Butterscotch, Ross, Toffee, Ten C-Thru

It's a yellow, translucent, Pontiac, Trans Am

Don't stop me while I'm walking, I ain't posing for no cam

I don't like taking pictures unless it's with Brian Zif You don't know who that is, you can google that shit

It's a Sapphire, Staten, Clydesdale, D'Antoni

I'ma fly back to Fiji on a pastel pony

Big rocks on my shoulder, but it's not Dwayne Johnson

I'm a top-dropper, boy, but I could've bought a college

I'm in the Maybach smoking chronic,

I'm just being honest Tiptoe through Wisconsin, the baby blue cute guru

I drew the blueprint, gotta keep a small circle

I can hula hoop up in it Got cologne for the night, and don't rockin' ice

I'ma throw it off the glass like Antonio McDice

It's the smell of burning rubber on the hard concrete

It's the sound of the sirens of the cops chasing me

Is it the roar of the crowd or the demon in the seat? Shells raining in slow motion like a dream

I got that glizzy with me on the block, pop, pop Judge a book by its cover and you might get shot

Just cause I'm white, don't mean that I'm soft

I ain't gon' crack, bitch, I'm harder than rock

I do what I do, and I get what I deserve

Money, power, respect, and I live by my word

Say my name like Pac and watch them motherfuckers run

Come out and play, son, it's time to have some fun

I'm kickin' it with Riff Raff, some lowlifes and the zef

Some people call me white trash like I don't know where I live

In the slums with a gun or a trailer in a park

I crawl out the gutter when it starts to get dark

Like a dog without a bone, I'm a man without a home

I came into this world alone, wherever I may roam

Sitting on chrome, smoking spliffs, jamming dope rhymes

Like Tony Montana, the world is mine

The smell of burning rubber on the hard concrete

It's the sound of the sirens of the cops chasing me

Is it the roar of the crowd or the demon in the seat Shells rainin' in slow motion like a dream

The smell of burnin' rubber on the hard concrete

It's the sound of the sirens of the cops chasing me

Is it the roar of the crowd or the demon in the seat Shells rainin' in slow motion like a dream

Mama always says to stay strapped, stay strapped That's why I got the Draco in the back, in the back

In the scat cat with glass packs blarin' down the road

Are you still rockin' pandas or some Rick Owens

Blowin' on the trees like Breeze puffin' like Woody Had to shoot a dude in a backwoods hoodie

I wanna be a slab king like the man Cory Blunt

I need my teeth fixed with them solid gold fronts

On a power sports trike, big wheelin' down the ave

Chunkin' up the Hoover, deuce, givin' ninjas, dab

Sippin' on that nod, I fell asleep behind the wheel

I woke up in the river, man, I almost got killed

I'll get as high as the mountaintop and that's about it

I've been lower than a valley sinkin' in the abyss

This is that hot shit, bitch, you can't stop this

Johnny Dang, watch, huh? Watch me cop this

The smell of burnin' rubber on the hard concrete

It's the sound of the sirens of the cops chasing me

Is it the roar of the crowd or the demon in the seat Shells rainin' in slow motion like a dream

The smell of burnin' rubber on the hard concrete

It's the sound of the sirens of the cops chasing me

Is it the roar of the crowd or the demon in the seat Shells rainin' in slow motion like a dream

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