Gutta Shit

Ayy, uh, baby, you're something different I be on something different, I just want something different

In the studio, you know I'm never in my feelings All these hoes gone go and you know FO, no, I ain't trippin

Activist, I'm sippin', I'm sippin' R.I.P. to Pimp C, he the reason why I'm pimpin

Bitches wanna see me, just like Cena my gold spinning

Bitches want my money, but it ain't shit to go spend it

Reaper want my soul, told that nigga, wait a minute

Police at the door, grab my pole and I extend it

My clientele want my bowls, but this exotic exquisite

I'll never tell, I never told, when it was time to do a mission

She did me dirty, no, I can't forget it, I keep them pounds in the kitchen