Boomac - Gutta Lyrics

Boomac, what I say, free the motherf*ckin' members
Got it hot in January because they skipped over December
Look, look, web livin
Pull up, cock the Glock, I'm lyin already one up in the top

Ask my brother why he cuff that ho, knowing she a bop, he kept it G
Said bro, it was the top, I start the car, pull up on dar
Dropped off his Gars and hit the South, this is lil B calling it's time to turn around, he on the other side of town

Text his phone like I'm outside

He rollin' up, finna get high, hold on, this ain't no surprise
So let me watch out how I'm drivin, cuz the dick's outside
Blockin' and it sticks up in this ride, he got a Forty, I got a nine
Don't pull on side, cuz we a blind ya, he my day one and I love him

So you know I step behind him, we hit the store, say he need some
Blacks, so you know I'm on location, we seen Lil jerry pumpin' gas
I had to tell bro not to face him, so we hit the block
Got on the car, they stuffed off in that bitch, they got one

They got two, damn four up in the whip, if the Jakes wasn't so hot
I woulda let him do his shit, anyways, I got that shit to make a dog bite his owner
Any day I get that hoe to eat my nut, cuz I'm her donor
Any fade I ever caught, I put a ass whoopin

Oh, you ain't heard, I get sturdy with ten milli
Police took it, went and copped a drac, tryna make a pussy feel it
Nah, I say, free my brudda my thug straight from the gutter
Raised by a single mother, growin' up, we taught each other

Know that I love him behind him, yeah, I'll scuff ya forever
Screamin' free, khiem until them bitches, un cuff ya
Ah, I say, free my brudda my thug straight from the gutter
Raised by a single mother, growin' up, we taught each other

Know that I love him behind him, yeah, I'll scuff ya forever
Screamin' free, khiem until them bitches, un cuff ya

Niggas know who run the city with fully rifles and glizzys
Whole lotta nation business weblivin, start shit and finish

S.O.B, we stand on business, so better take this shit serious
Got some shit up in my mentions, a lot of niggas wouldn't feel it
Lil baby, I ain't trickin' unless I'm stickin' my dick in I'll never catch feelings, cuz bitches worse than niggas

Don't deserve my loyalty, cuz this shit not on me, it's in me
Vice lord from the beginning, I said it, know that I meant it nine on the way home, can't wait to run up these riches
Live lavish, countin' up figures, put paper up for my children

Provide for all my family, house, cars, establishments
Niggas be on some gutter shit, I'm tryna get up out this bitch
Leave it all behind, don't look and never come back to it
Sometimes I be on savage shit, black mask, and casket him

Right in front of the pastor him, his mama cryin, we laugh at
Him brudda sellin' a pack of him talkin' bout real gas of him
But I can't throw my life away, a nigga hate then let him hate
Stay chasin' that pape and put that shit in they face

And if he play, then make that nigga lay, gang