Tazzum - Gutta Butta Lyrics

Run up on the, yeah
Gutta Butta
Gutta Butta
Gutta Butta

Yeah, straight out of trap, where the struggle's real
Chasing that paper, ain't got time to kneel
Gutta Butta flow, cooler than a polar bear's piss
Young Taz, we're spitting flames, hotter than your chick's kiss

Born in the trenches, concrete's our throne
Learn to thrive, dodge snitches, make it on our own
Gutta Butta
Came up with nothing, no inheritance in sight

Hand me down, food stamps, fight for my rights
Stay slick, low from the 5-0 spotlight
Eyes peeled day and night, got to keep it tight
Gutta Butta

Gutta Butta
Go to Gutta Butta, smooth like a stolen band's ride
Don't get twisted, I'll leave your crew fried
Survive and thrive while others lie and cry

Streets talk, me hustle, strategize, stay wide-eyed
Gutta Butta, Butta, Butta
That's my life, that's my code
Gutta Butta, Butta

Weak links, get smoked, got to carry the load
Concrete jungle, we the top dogs for sure
Roaming through the hood, yeah, we run the show
Gutta Butta

Gutta Butta
Gutta Butta, Butta
Gutta Butta
Gutta Butta

Butta, Butta, Butta
Gutta Butta
Gutta Butta
Dreams fueled by greed and ambition

No crumbs taken, what's mine, no intermission
Setbacks fuel my fire, enemies ignition
Gutta Butta mindset, climb high and print my mission
Gutta Butta, Butta, Butta,r, Butta, lifestyle

Ain't for the weak or meek, ruthless moves
Hold my crown, never speak, survival game
Trust weaks and snakes, ready to sneak
Betrayals ablaze, cuts deep

Bet you meet Butta,, that's my life, that's my code
Go to Butta,, Butta,
Weak links, get smoked, got to carry the load
Concrete jungle, we the top dogs for sure

Roaming through the hood, yeah, we run the show
Gutta Butta
Gutta Butta
Gutta Butta, Butta

Gutta Butta
Gutta Butta
Butter, Butter, Butta
Gutta Butta

Gutta Butta
Feel the bone, no change in me
Resilience, my armor ain't nothing gonna phase me
Go to Butter

Step into my trap, feel the gutter, butter, blaze
Be forced to be reckoned with, can't nobody play me
Gutta Butta, Butter, Butta
Soldier ain't no retreat in my blood

Face demons and devils, now I covered it
Gutta Butta
It's that grime that reminds me of where I come from
Gutta Butta

Fire up until the day my stroke's done
Gutta Butta
Gutta Butta
Gutta Butta life, stab a life

That's my code
Weak links, get smoked, got to carry the load
Concrete jungle, we the top dogs for sure
Roaming through the hood, yeah, we run the show

Gutta Butta
Gutta Butta
Gutta Butta, Butta
Gutta Buttar

Gutta Butta, Butta
Gutta Butta
Gutta Butta, Butta, Butta
Gutta Butta, Butta, Butta

Yeah, it's the figga that comes from the streets
It's the boy that slayin' these f*ckin' geeks
Word up
We grind it, shining it, taking over the heat, yo

So step back, because we ain't slowing down
Gutta Butta
Gutta Butta
Gutta Butta
Gutta Butta
Gutta Butta