Gut Lyrics

Tossin and turnin I know its just how it go

5 In the morning they got me rollin up smoke

I know you reap what you sewin got all the police patrollin

We goin fuck it, cuz we gon get this bread no matter what

I think Im paranoid I always keep a 9 right on my gut

Dont do security in front Im thru the back end with my gun

Heard they tryna line me up well bitch its gettin cut

I got hoes and i got dollars Im gon flex it if I want

Engine in the rear they got me backin out the front

Askin what Im on they know what Im on

Different kinda garments every color Des Garcon

Bitch thinkin i miss her but she know i got her soul

She wanna control

Used to play that game but now that shit is gettin old

Vision Cartier you know i cannot see a soul

I been talkin with my brothers like you know i got us all man we on

Man you talkin like a Christian, you a bitch n you submissive

You gon sit up n just watch us while we gettin all this chicken

Cross it off my list we shippin boxes like it's Christmas

We gon keep on gettin money every day like its tradition

Hop out with a rod you woulda thought i was fishin

Fuckin on your bitch because she gave me permission

I see a lot of em copy think ima need a commission

Fuck that hoe and then Im out like Im a man on a mission

Up 6 scores in my bag double dippin

Try to reach he gon surely go missin

Feel like christ since the day i was risen

Chop finna make em breakdance when its kickin