"Gutta Boyz" lyrics
(feat. Sean T)
We gangster daddy!
[Sean T:]
(Yuh!)
I'm sipping on that 'notiq the color of Hulk man
And the blueberry smoke got a nigga twerking
You niggas is perking - so you doing it big?
You roll deep but when I see you it's just you and your kids
I roll sick, my rims feel like helicopter propellers
And my pockets run deep like a Mercer teller
Haters trip when they see the whip dipping by
The paint on it change like the I-95
I'm just Clyde, without the Bonnie, I got the hollow point
Heat for you niggas and the po' for the mamis
Sean Gotti, I'm putting an end to camaraderie
I'm letting off heat, 'til them eyes get watery
Some gon' ricochet, some gon' hit, y'all gon' get 'em
Fluids gon' disperse out like refreshing club serum
I'm deadly as bite venom but I'm far from a snake
I'll hit you up on your birthday while you cutting your cake
[The Game:]
We gangsters nigga; you see the cars, the whips
The chains, the fucking broads we with
We gangsters nigga; we'll come through your hood
A hundred deep and empty the whole clip
We gangsters nigga; we got guns for the beef
And my niggas'll put you under the street
We gangsters nigga; so you better watch what you say
'Fore I empty the whole Glock in your face
[Sean T:]
Streets is tough, but ain't no hopscotch lines on the ground
Just burner shells, and police siren sounds
Niggas know who I am in the town; it ain't a circus
But it might as well be, 'cause you know I'm a clown
I'm a terrain boss, I know most niggas envious dog
And if a nigga owe me change you better give me it dog
If you feeling like you wanna leap, make like a frog
You niggas lame, transparent like Wonder Woman's plane
I'm a stunner in this game, a federal figure
Blowing doj' in the hummer, 50 K on my fingers
I'm like a NASCAR winner popping Mo' and Bill
D-Squad don't give a fuck about nobody else
I pull a [?] to contain your whole, clique for hours
The end result will probably be, pinewood and flowers
So I'll advise you deduct your QPs and powder
We gangsters and we jacking cowards (yup!)
[The Game:]
We gangsters nigga; you see the cars, the whips
The chains, the fucking broads we with
We gangsters nigga; we'll come through your hood
A hundred deep and empty the whole clip
We gangsters nigga; we got guns for the beef
And my niggas'll put you under the street
We gangsters nigga; so you better watch what you say
'Fore I empty the whole Glock in your face
[Sean T:]
S.T. nigga D-Squad, G.G.D.
Don't get it twisted motherfucker yeah we do creep
We ride out thug, shit we don't die
We lay low like mechanics trying to fix up rides
A lot of cats say I'm sick in the head, when I anger it's on
Poodles gon' be up missin' or dead
I chop haters up, like an old-ass sample
Or creep through your village, like Stallone in "Rambo"
I'm like piranhas on red meat, I'm on you niggas
You Afros? Then I guess I got to comb you niggas
So break bread, when you see me dog hit the floor
I'm like a nigga off the X, unpredictable
Imitators always hollering how gangster they is
But got about as much courage as the Lion in "The Wiz"
Shit I'm into pulling shanks on you fake Jake cats
Me and my burner hold it down man we go way back
[The Game:]
We gangsters nigga; you see the cars, the whips
The chains, the fucking broads we with
We gangsters nigga; we'll come through your hood
A hundred deep and empty the whole clip
We gangsters nigga; we got guns for the beef
And my niggas'll put you under the street
We gangsters nigga; so you better watch what you say
'Fore I empty the whole Glock in your face
[Sean T:]
(Yuh!)
I'm sipping on that 'notiq the color of Hulk man
And the blueberry smoke got a nigga twerking
You niggas is perking - so you doing it big?
You roll deep but when I see you it's just you and your kids
I roll sick, my rims feel like helicopter propellers
And my pockets run deep like a Mercer teller
Haters trip when they see the whip dipping by
The paint on it change like the I-95
I'm just Clyde, without the Bonnie, I got the hollow point
Heat for you niggas and the po' for the mamis
Sean Gotti, I'm putting an end to camaraderie
I'm letting off heat, 'til them eyes get watery
Some gon' ricochet, some gon' hit, y'all gon' get 'em
Fluids gon' disperse out like refreshing club serum
I'm deadly as bite venom but I'm far from a snake
I'll hit you up on your birthday while you cutting your cake
[The Game:]
We gangsters nigga; you see the cars, the whips
The chains, the fucking broads we with
We gangsters nigga; we'll come through your hood
A hundred deep and empty the whole clip
We gangsters nigga; we got guns for the beef
And my niggas'll put you under the street
We gangsters nigga; so you better watch what you say
'Fore I empty the whole Glock in your face
[Sean T:]
Streets is tough, but ain't no hopscotch lines on the ground
Just burner shells, and police siren sounds
Niggas know who I am in the town; it ain't a circus
But it might as well be, 'cause you know I'm a clown
I'm a terrain boss, I know most niggas envious dog
And if a nigga owe me change you better give me it dog
If you feeling like you wanna leap, make like a frog
You niggas lame, transparent like Wonder Woman's plane
I'm a stunner in this game, a federal figure
Blowing doj' in the hummer, 50 K on my fingers
I'm like a NASCAR winner popping Mo' and Bill
D-Squad don't give a fuck about nobody else
I pull a [?] to contain your whole, clique for hours
The end result will probably be, pinewood and flowers
So I'll advise you deduct your QPs and powder
We gangsters and we jacking cowards (yup!)
[The Game:]
We gangsters nigga; you see the cars, the whips
The chains, the fucking broads we with
We gangsters nigga; we'll come through your hood
A hundred deep and empty the whole clip
We gangsters nigga; we got guns for the beef
And my niggas'll put you under the street
We gangsters nigga; so you better watch what you say
'Fore I empty the whole Glock in your face
[Sean T:]
S.T. nigga D-Squad, G.G.D.
Don't get it twisted motherfucker yeah we do creep
We ride out thug, shit we don't die
We lay low like mechanics trying to fix up rides
A lot of cats say I'm sick in the head, when I anger it's on
Poodles gon' be up missin' or dead
I chop haters up, like an old-ass sample
Or creep through your village, like Stallone in "Rambo"
I'm like piranhas on red meat, I'm on you niggas
You Afros? Then I guess I got to comb you niggas
So break bread, when you see me dog hit the floor
I'm like a nigga off the X, unpredictable
Imitators always hollering how gangster they is
But got about as much courage as the Lion in "The Wiz"
Shit I'm into pulling shanks on you fake Jake cats
Me and my burner hold it down man we go way back
[The Game:]
We gangsters nigga; you see the cars, the whips
The chains, the fucking broads we with
We gangsters nigga; we'll come through your hood
A hundred deep and empty the whole clip
We gangsters nigga; we got guns for the beef
And my niggas'll put you under the street
We gangsters nigga; so you better watch what you say
'Fore I empty the whole Glock in your face
