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Gusto Video (MV)




Performed By: Backwood Q
Language: English
Length: 3:20
Written by: Qua Thomas




Backwood Q - Gusto Lyrics




I just had a brother that cried
I just had a brother that cried

I just had a brother that cried
I just had a n***a that died
She crossed my heard two times
Reason I don't switch sides
These n****s bad jabroni
These n****s gusto homie
All about my gunsmoke homie
Big woods with the dumb dope homie
Big woods with the dumb dope homie
Big woods with the dumb dope homie

Now she wanna ask me for a ride
I told the b***h I don't have to drive
They be like Backwood crazy af
He be doing all that dangerous stuff
I got some n****s that'll do it for a white t-shirt
Hit it from the back I know I'm making you hurt
Lean in my cup that's purp, I know that s**t be making me burp
All of my dogs got straps, they making sure that you can get murked
All of my raps not cap, you test me and I take you to the dirt
And you can just book me for a show
I bet you imma make what I'm worth
My b***h is bad and pretty
She gotta have a** and woah
Take it down to the flow
Run up and I wipe your nose
Car got suicide doors
Hop out if you want smoke
Hit me up if you want dope
In the hood rollin' with the locs

I just had a brother that cried
I just had a n***a that died
She crossed my heard two times
Reason I don't switch sides
These n****s bad jabroni
These n****s gusto homie
All about my gunsmoke homie
Big woods with the dumb dope homie
Big woods with the dumb dope homie
Big woods with the dumb dope homie

You was my drug, I was a fiend
You wanna leave, I pour gasoline
I got a heart, I gotta bleed
Gotta move smart, keeping my feet up
No lean, but I got a tea-cup
Rappin' so hard they can't keep up
She wanna link up
My b***h don't like cheap stuff
Choke her while I beat it up
She be into deep stuff
I know you be mad at me sometimes
Cause I don't wanna eat it up
And when I tell you that I eat it up
I just start freaking ya
Why he pull up with the strap like that
N***a be swinging with a baseball bat
Hitting homeruns with a baseball hat
N****s cap so much, shh you can have the hat
Running to the money, I'm a damn quarterback
N****s acting funny, I don't know if I should laugh
Shawty give me neck like a f*****g giraffe
I think imma get a sack and I throw it in the stash
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!
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I just had a brother that cried
I just had a brother that cried

I just had a brother that cried
I just had a n***a that died
She crossed my heard two times
Reason I don't switch sides
These n****s bad jabroni
These n****s gusto homie
All about my gunsmoke homie
Big woods with the dumb dope homie
Big woods with the dumb dope homie
Big woods with the dumb dope homie

Now she wanna ask me for a ride
I told the b***h I don't have to drive
They be like Backwood crazy af
He be doing all that dangerous stuff
I got some n****s that'll do it for a white t-shirt
Hit it from the back I know I'm making you hurt
Lean in my cup that's purp, I know that s**t be making me burp
All of my dogs got straps, they making sure that you can get murked
All of my raps not cap, you test me and I take you to the dirt
And you can just book me for a show
I bet you imma make what I'm worth
My b***h is bad and pretty
She gotta have a** and woah
Take it down to the flow
Run up and I wipe your nose
Car got suicide doors
Hop out if you want smoke
Hit me up if you want dope
In the hood rollin' with the locs

I just had a brother that cried
I just had a n***a that died
She crossed my heard two times
Reason I don't switch sides
These n****s bad jabroni
These n****s gusto homie
All about my gunsmoke homie
Big woods with the dumb dope homie
Big woods with the dumb dope homie
Big woods with the dumb dope homie

You was my drug, I was a fiend
You wanna leave, I pour gasoline
I got a heart, I gotta bleed
Gotta move smart, keeping my feet up
No lean, but I got a tea-cup
Rappin' so hard they can't keep up
She wanna link up
My b***h don't like cheap stuff
Choke her while I beat it up
She be into deep stuff
I know you be mad at me sometimes
Cause I don't wanna eat it up
And when I tell you that I eat it up
I just start freaking ya
Why he pull up with the strap like that
N***a be swinging with a baseball bat
Hitting homeruns with a baseball hat
N****s cap so much, shh you can have the hat
Running to the money, I'm a damn quarterback
N****s acting funny, I don't know if I should laugh
Shawty give me neck like a f*****g giraffe
I think imma get a sack and I throw it in the stash
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah!
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Writer: Qua Thomas
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