Lyrics Yung Bans – Gutta Bitch
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Yung Bans:
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
YNW Melly:
Uh, wipe her off
Man, you got a dusty, dusty
She is just a dusty bitch, these hoes be out here suckin’ dick
Yung Bans:
These hoes be out here suckin’ dick, so I can’t even worry ’bout her
Push up 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 talking ’bout that, ain’t stunting ’bout that
These niggas ain’t with’ it, I’m the one who shot him
YNW Melly:
Yeah, I’m the one who shot him
We geekin’ off dat hen dawg, I’m gon’ do Oxycontin
Your bitch spoiled rotten, we gettin’ hella bands
And I’m with Yung Bans, we shootin’ at your mans
Yung Bans:
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, been fuckin’ too long
Having too much paper, I could never go broke
These niggas plumbin’, what you on
Stick gon’ hit, blow ya domeIt’s that 1of1 shit, I don’t wear VLONE
YNW Melly:
I don’t wear VLONE
These hoes need to get them some cheese, provolone
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 bome
I ain’t tryna rip through your ribs
I’m tryna rip through your face
These niggas talkin’ like they with’ 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 Rat-A-Tat
Brrrat, 3 shots
Niggas be talkin’ like they with’ it, boy
Bitch, you only got 3 shots
Yung Bans:
Huh yeah, ridin’, ridin’ with like 3 Glocks
And we aimin’ at your tip top
Rockstar, like Slipknot
Try the gang, pussy get popped
Slime ya out, yeah big slime
100 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
Got that 30 round, and it send ya downtown
I ain’t’ tryna make explosion sounds
Shit sound like blow blow
Been a hot boy, since a child
Y’all pussy niggas living foul
And nigga playin’, bring that demon out
Them sliders, slide and wipe you out
And we ain’t really with’ that pillowtalk
We don’t really wipe ya down
Yung Bans:
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
YNW Melly:
Uh, wipe her off
Man, you got a dusty, dusty
She is just a dusty bitch, these hoes be out here suckin’ dick
Yung Bans:
These hoes be out here suckin’ dick, so I can’t even worry ’bout her
Push up the bih’, I swerve out
Eat that pussy, I beat her nerves out
YNW Melly:
I up that fuckin’ Draco and I knock that fuckin’ perc out me
Talking ’bout that, I ain’t stunting ’bout that
These niggas ain’t with’ it, I’m the one who shot him