Real Gutta Shit

Verse 1:

Uh, yo, uh, yo, I'mma hit that, uh, yo, uh, yo, uh, yo
The 40 packin', uh, I'm on all matten
Young savage, I earn these patches on my only jacket (For real)
Catch you in traffic while you lightin' that bullshit
I'll catch you at the lab while you right in that bullshit, uh
I take the cash like I'm standin' in a pulpit, uh
Free all my niggas locked down in that pulpit, uh (Free my niggas)

Chorus:

I wish you many Rovers (Skrr)
A hundred bricks, and a fridge fulla baking soda (And huntin' sticks)
Shit, my huntin' days is over (My youngins rich)
Doin' hits in baby rollers (Big gun and shit)
In the drought, we was skiin' up (Nigga, run yo' shits)
Fucked up his bag, he kept skiin' up (On some dumb shit)
Nigga killed his own homeboy (That's that money shit)
Payments kept comin' in short, uh (That funny shit)
Bodies keep droppin' left and right (This that gutter shit)
That gutter shit, that gutter shit, nigga, uh, my nigga, this that gutter shit, this that gutter shit
Bodies keep droppin' lеft and right, uh (That gutter shit, that gutter shit, nigga)
My nigga, this that gutter shit, this that guttеr shit
Bodies keep droppin' left and right, uh (That gutter shit, that gutter shit, nigga)
My nigga this that gutter shit, that gutter shit
Bodies keep droppin' left and right, uh (That gutter shit, that gutter shit, nigga)
My nigga, this that gutter shit, that gutter shit

Verse 2:

Uh, yo, if I catch you lackin' I'mma whack you with no ski mask (haha) on the verge of goin' platinum
Went for quart of water and I owe my Master's (I owe my Master's)
The only time y'all eat is when I'm fastin'
Bought these Prada frames 60 crafted, uh
Yo' bands is gettin' low, somehow you movin' backwards
We ain't from different tax brackets, check your mathematics (Check your math, lord)
My little bitch doin' lashes, I'm investin' in weed
She said this where the cash is, guess I was destined to be
One of the illest rappin', one of the greatest MCs
Cut from a different fabric, shittin' out rap beef
We put niggas in caskets (Uh)
I might rob one o' yo niggas' shit, ashes to ashes

Outro:

Uh, bodies keep droppin' left and right, uh
We shootin' at niggas on sight