Mars Shotgun - COLD GUTS

You are now witnessing something fucked up
Brain dead in the skull, I got cold guts
Death Grips in this bitch, You gon' get got
Put the phone down, I don't fuck with no cops
You are now witnessing something fucked up
And why the fuck these crackers act like they know us
Tough times but a nigga never fold up
In the end bet a nigga get his dough up
Never showed love
Never showed up
That's a tough pill
I could throw up
You a lame bitch
Sever all ties
Watch me lane switch
You picked the wrong guy
You are not him, nigga why lie?
Watch them talk shit, never ask why
Cuz he's just a fan, I don't know guy
but he still ran out, when I stepped inside
Nigga pipe down, we are not friends
I don't know you, I don't like your mans
But your girl bad, can I get a hand?
In the lane cutting up, like Edward Scissorhands
(BRIDGE)
I don't buy Balenciaga
This was thrifted at the bottom of the bins
Baby girl you really fine, but I kinda like your friends
And I hope you don't mind that I'm being too quick
I just gotta couple foes, and they trynna get me ***
Let's not even go there
Niggas gonna talk all the time like they Colbert
I just do my thing, full send, and they gon stare
Why you getting prissy nigga, you don't even go here
Hard bottom boots on the curb
Then we stomp him down
Feel like Nick Canon with the bros
We be wyling out
Say the wrong things, always tend to put my foot in mouth
But it's universal, imma kick him till he's down and out
You are now witnessing something fucked up
Brain dead in the skull, I got cold guts
Death Grips in this bitch, You gon' get got
Put the phone down, I don't fuck with no cops
You are now witnessing something fucked up
And why the fuck these crackers act like they know us
Tough times but a nigga never fold up
In the end bet a nigga get his dough up

Written by:
Dwayne Reed

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