Danny Wolf, Yung Bans and YNW Melly - Gutta Bitch

(Danny, I see you)

My lil' gutta bitch
Yeah, that's my lil' gutta bitch
I don't really love the bitch so I can never trust a bitch
Uh, wipe her off
Man, you got a dusty, dusty
She is just a dusty bitch
These hoes be out here sucking dick
These hoes be out here sucking dick so I can't even worry about her
Push up in the bih', I swerve out
Eat that pussy, I beat her nerves out
I up that fucking Draco and I knock that fucking perc out me
You talking 'bout that, ain't stunting 'bout that
These niggas ain't wit' it, I'm the one who shot him

Yeah, I'm the one who shot him
We geeking off of that Hen', dawg, I'm gon' do Oxycontin
Your bitch spoiled rotten
We getting hella bands
And I'm with Yung Bans
We shooting at your mans
Let's get it, let's get it, let's get it, let's go
Ain't aiming at legs, I shoot at your throat
On the Ox right now, I been fucking too long
Having too much paper, I could never go broke
These niggas be plumbing, what you on?
Stick gon' hit, blow ya dome
It's that 1OF1 shit, I don't wear VLONE
I don't wear VLONE
These hoes eat the dick like some cheese, provolone
.40 wit' a dick inside the load
Runnin' up on Melly, I'm like, "Baby, what the hell you on?"

Boy, what the fuck is you on?
You pull up on me and I bust at ya bum
I ain't tryna rip through your ribs
I'm tryna rip through your face
These niggas talkin' like they wit' it
We pull up, and I came in first place
Shot a couple pussy niggas in the face
I would never stab you in your back
And the Uzi, like the ratatat
Brrrat, three shots
Niggas be talkin' like they wit' it, boy
Bitch, you only got three shots

Yeah, ridin' 'round with like three Glocks
And we aimin' at your tip top
Rockstar, like Slipknot
Try the gang, pussy get popped
Slime ya out, yeah, big slime
Hundred rounds, go hit the block and he beat it out
That pussy water, I might have to eat it out
Ain't show no love, I was broke, but just look how they treat me now
Yeah, my bitch ain't play around
Leave you in the lost and found
Still got that thirty round
It'll send ya downtown
I ain't tryna make explosion sounds
Shit sound like blaow blaow
Been a hot boy since a child
Y'all pussy niggas livin' foul
These nigga playin', bring that demon out
Them sliders, slide and wipe you out
And we ain't really wit' that pillowtalk
We'll really wipe ya down

My lil' gutta bitch
Yeah, that's my lil' gutta bitch
I don't really love the bitch so I can never trust a bitch
Uh, wipe her off
Man, you got a dusty, dusty
She is just a dusty bitch
These hoes be out here suckin' dick
These hoes be out here suckin' dick so I can't even worry about her
Push up in the bih', I swerve out
Eat that pussy, I beat her nerves out
I up that fuckin' draco and I knock that fuckin' perc out me
You talkin' 'bout that, ain't stuntin' 'bout that
These niggas ain't wit' it, I'm the one who shot him

Written by:
Jamell Demons, Miguel Flores Curtidor, Othello Houston, Vas Coleman

Publisher:
Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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