GUSHER GUTS by Comethazine Lyrics
[Intro]
Bitch, yeah, ayy, bitch
Is that Shoki on the beat?
I just left London, I just left London
Ayy, yeah (Bitch), ayy, ooh (Yeah)
[Chorus]
I just left London, I'm money thumbin'
Dover Street, twenty bands like it's nothin'
.38 to the gut made 'em vomit
Sorry lil' nigga, you had this shit comin'
Catch up with him, that's the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts, he burst like a Gusher
Niggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt
I just left London, I'm money thumbin'
Dover Street, twenty bands like it's nothin'
.38 to the gut made 'em vomit
Sorry lil' nigga, you had this shit comin'
Catch up with him, that's the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts, he burst like a Gusher
Niggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt
[Verse]
The whole damn gang, dumb, dumb, and dumbass
Pull up on them and I'm letting the gun blast
I got like forty-five left in this Glock
This is my mop and it hold fifty shots
I took that Lambo' right off of the lot
And did the dash, I had to run from the cops
Double the cup then I'm pourin' the drop
And drink it fast, bitch, I be sippin' a lot
Put fifty-thousand dollars on a watch
And spent the bag just to look down at this clock
Watch me turn up on these niggas
Got 'em mad, now they wishin' a nigga would stop
When I run down on a nigga
I do him bad, yeah I knock his ass right out his socks
Don't try to clown me, lil' nigga
You wasting your time and I wish that you niggas would stop
[Chorus]
I just left London, I'm money thumbin'
Dover Street, twenty bands like it's nothin'
.38 to the gut made 'em vomit
Sorry lil' nigga, you had this shit comin'
Catch up with him, that's the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher
Niggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt
I just left London, I'm money thumbin'
Dover Street, twenty bands like it's nothin'
.38 to the gut made 'em vomit
Sorry lil' nigga, you had this shit comin'
Catch up with him, that's the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher
Niggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt
Bitch, yeah, ayy, bitch
Is that Shoki on the beat?
I just left London, I just left London
Ayy, yeah (Bitch), ayy, ooh (Yeah)
[Chorus]
I just left London, I'm money thumbin'
Dover Street, twenty bands like it's nothin'
.38 to the gut made 'em vomit
Sorry lil' nigga, you had this shit comin'
Catch up with him, that's the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts, he burst like a Gusher
Niggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt
I just left London, I'm money thumbin'
Dover Street, twenty bands like it's nothin'
.38 to the gut made 'em vomit
Sorry lil' nigga, you had this shit comin'
Catch up with him, that's the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts, he burst like a Gusher
Niggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt
[Verse]
The whole damn gang, dumb, dumb, and dumbass
Pull up on them and I'm letting the gun blast
I got like forty-five left in this Glock
This is my mop and it hold fifty shots
I took that Lambo' right off of the lot
And did the dash, I had to run from the cops
Double the cup then I'm pourin' the drop
And drink it fast, bitch, I be sippin' a lot
Put fifty-thousand dollars on a watch
And spent the bag just to look down at this clock
Watch me turn up on these niggas
Got 'em mad, now they wishin' a nigga would stop
When I run down on a nigga
I do him bad, yeah I knock his ass right out his socks
Don't try to clown me, lil' nigga
You wasting your time and I wish that you niggas would stop
[Chorus]
I just left London, I'm money thumbin'
Dover Street, twenty bands like it's nothin'
.38 to the gut made 'em vomit
Sorry lil' nigga, you had this shit comin'
Catch up with him, that's the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher
Niggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt
I just left London, I'm money thumbin'
Dover Street, twenty bands like it's nothin'
.38 to the gut made 'em vomit
Sorry lil' nigga, you had this shit comin'
Catch up with him, that's the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher
Niggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt