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Guts Songtext
von K Camp feat. True Story Gee

Guts Songtext

(Section 8, you straight cookin′ motherfucker)

We done linked up, we done had a few drinks
And the next thing you know, I was in her guts
Heard you a freak and you heard I'm a freak (Hey, hey)
You know I′m feelin' like Greek, gotta get them bucks
Counted up again and I counted up again
And I counted up again and it still ain't enough
I done came up, they don′t like that shit
Still poppin′ my shit, you don't like it, so what?
I just hopped off 75, now I′m on the Northside
I'ma push it, I′ma go and hit the clutch
Even though you suck good fuck and that ass real fat
You got blocked 'cause you do too much
Standin′ on the couch with a pocket full of money and a bottle in my hand, I can see you in the cut
I can tell you wanna be a barbie
You done with your lips, now you workin' on your fuckin' and your - (Yeah)


All these bitches in the club and you niggas wanna fight
Ain′t you lookin′ like a sucka? Yeah (Ooh, ooh)
All these bitches wanna fuck, yellow diamonds on me
Wrist lookin' like mustard, yeah
All this money in the world and you beefin′ 'bout a bitch
That′s a trait of a buster, yeah
All this money in the world and you beefin' ′bout a bitch
That's a trait of a

What you tell 'em?
Yeah, you know the bitch is a airhead
I be droppin′ bombs over Baghdad, yeah (Yeah)
Now I do it big like Khaled
I remember sleepin′ on a palate, yeah (Yeah)
If you want the pressure you can have it
Told shawty hit me on the gadget, yeah, (Pull up)
Had to put the foreign in traffic
Wintertime, Fendi on the jacket, yeah (Damn)
Hell yeah, figured out a loophole
Say you gettin' money, nigga kudos, ooh, ooh
Fuck ′em in a group that's a duo
Shawty real sweet like a churro, ooh, ooh
I remember eatin′ Ramen noodles
Shit I still eat the noodles, ooh, ooh
Traded the Porsche for a two-door
My left wrist colder than Pluto, ooh


We done linked up, we done had a few drinks
And the next thing you know, I was in her guts
Heard you a freak and you heard I'm a freak (Hey, hey)
You know I′m feelin' like Greek, gotta get them bucks
Counted up again and I counted up again
And I counted up again and it still ain't enough
I done came up, they don′t like that shit
Still poppin′ my shit, you don't like it, so what?
I just hopped off 75, now I′m on the Northside
I'ma push it, I′ma go and hit the clutch
Even though you suck good fuck and that ass real fat
You got blocked 'cause you do too much
Standin′ on the couch with a pocket full of money and a bottle in my hand, I can see you in the cut
I can tell you wanna be a barbie
You done with your lips, now you workin' on your bitches and your— (Yeah)

All these bitches in the club and you niggas wanna fight
Ain't you lookin′ like a sucka? Yeah (Ooh, ooh)
All these bitches wanna fuck, yellow diamonds on me
Wrist lookin′ like mustard, yeah
All this money in the world and you beefin' ′bout a bitch
That's a trait of a buster, yeah
All this money in the world and you beefin′ 'bout a bitch
That′s a trait of a (Ooh, ooh, fuck nigga)

Stackin' up the money, shawty, you are not important
And I done loaded up on sticks like I'm ′bout to got to war (Brr)
Everything I rock be custom, I don′t go into stores
They ain't lookin′ for no fuck, if they play I'ma slide
Made lil′ shawty touch her toes, she know I'm somewhere with the bros
And I don′t really like to brag, I gotta whole 'lotta cash
Put some paper on your head like a temporary tag
Now your face on a shirt, your whole family gotta wear it
Your hoe is my hoe, got bags in the Tahoe
I pop too much shit, I cannot be embarrassed
Ran up a whole lotta money, why they start actin' funny?
I don′t know, if it′s smoke, I'ma clear it
My diamonds dance, it′s just water, I swear
I done came from the dirt, bitch, I look like a check
Rockin' Cartier, I can′t fuck with you for real
I never showed you where I live, but you down at the 12 (Lil' bitch)

We done linked up, we done had a few drinks
And the next thing you know, I was in her guts
Heard you a freak and you heard I′m a freak (Hey, hey)
You know I'm feelin' like Greek, gotta get them bucks
Counted up again and I counted up again
And I counted up again and it still ain′t enough
I done came up, they don′t like that shit
Still poppin' my shit, you don′t like it, so what?
I just hopped off 75, now I'm on the Northside
I′ma push it, I'ma go and hit the clutch
Even though you suck good fuck and that ass real fat
You got blocked ′cause you do too much
Standin' on the couch with a pocket full of money and a bottle in my hand, I can see you in the cut
I can tell you wanna be a barbie
You done with your lips, now you workin' on your bitches and your (Yeah)

All these bitches in the club and you niggas wanna fight
Ain′t you lookin′ like a sucka? Yeah (Ooh, ooh)
All these bitches wanna fuck, yellow diamonds on me
Wrist lookin' like mustard, yeah
All this money in the world and you beefin′ 'bout a bitch
That′s a trait of a buster, yeah
All this money in the world and you beefin' ′bout a bitch
That's a trait of a (That's a trait of a)

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