Testo GUTS! - SXMPRA feat. 1nonly
Testo della canzone GUTS! (SXMPRA feat. 1nonly), tratta dall'album GUTS!
AV with that drip, ho
Ayy, like what the fuck? Motherfucker got a bullet through his lungs
Keep a clutch, I pop a hollow and serve it to his gut
Shawty fuck, I'm in the function, don't mean to interrupt
I got money that move it like groupies, I can't get enough
I got a steel heater, pop a blue demon, in a two-seater
Cool beamer, watch these two beat him
When he move weird, I move deeper
Why he move different? Gotta cool Ruger
He a bitch, he a school teacher, I'm the school shooter
Ayy, sit down, I'm boutta teach a fuckin' lesson
Motherfuckers acting crazy, guess I gotta keep 'em guessin'?
Just a bunch of fucking clowns (haha)
One bat to the head, who the fuck is laughing now?
You wanna step to me? I'll let it end for free
I got a lotta fucking demons, I'm the centerpiece
Hell is meant for me, go 'head and bend your knees
Take a swing, bitch, this'll be your ending scene
I'll break your motherfucking face
When I feel the bass
I cut like razor fuckin' blade, I put 'em in a grave
Run away 'cause a pussy motherfucka' never wanna be the one to face
The entity sending the fuckers well beneath to a sunken place
I know you know my name (fuck you)
Pull up on a motherfucker, get out the whip, I gotta let shit rip
Fuck another one, I gotta do it alone
I really gotta be the one to make a name done stick
So bitch, don't even try to save me
'Cause I'm too far in the abyss
I stay fucking decaying, don't play me
Ayy, like what the fuck? Motherfucker got a bullet through his lungs
Keep a clutch, I pop a hollow and serve it to his gut
Shawty fuck, I'm in the function, don't mean to interrupt
I got money that move it like groupies, I can't get enough
I got a steel heater, pop a blue demon, in a two-seater
Cool beamer, watch this two beat him
When I move weird, I move deeper
Why he move different? Gotta cool ruger
He a bitch, he a school teacher, I'm the school shooter
Watch a motherfucking break
Bitch, what the fuck do you want?
Bullet to ya' dome
Got a fuckin' bag, now I'm creepin' out the catacombs
Bitch, what the fuck you talking? I'ma bring the MAC from home
Yo' bitch, she wanna fuck on me and her friend, she wanna tag along
You know I'm needin' my profit, you pussies speakin' like prophets
So fuckin' back up and stop it
I spin yo' jaw like a sprocket, I'm poppin'
I got my racks up like nothing, she want my dick in her stomach
Got .40 rounds in this clip and
Got forty bands in the function, like what the fuck?
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Writer(s): Anthony Ferreira, Nathan Fuller, Kalem Tarrant, Dustin
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