Gutz by Muze Sikk Lyrics
(VERSE 1)
Woke up
Wit a plan
Grown stuff
Digging in
Whoah
Roll up
Gimme that
Whoah
Roll up
Gimme that
We need more
Sikk in this
Bitch
Girl Show me how you bop on the dick
Game time show stopper legit
I’m feeling like Mufasa in this bitch
I got the mitus touch
And I might just bite ya butt
Another one bites the dust
(What)
Another one bites the dust
(Whoah)
Eat slugs when I spit the pump
No time off to lick the cup
Lick the bowl
Flip the goal
Take it to the finish when we win the gold
It’s all respectable
Booty delectable
I got the best of flows
I eat my vegetables
Better respect the flow
I’m Headed to decimals
I do not rest no more
Ahead of the rest of em
This is that hot shit
Got her feeling like takeoff she ain’t even see the cockpit
Shouts out to my 'migos blowing pot spliffs
I’s crazy like a mf hopsin
We getting blunt like it’s time to get real tho
Shit kick harder than a steel toe
Sikk so sexy he gone tryna fuck the mirror tho
(Sikk so sexy he gone try to what?)
(What a weirdo)
I don’t really have the time
Have the time
(What what)
X4
That sounds like an excuse to me
Imma put you on game lil homie
We are not the same lil homie
I got the magic like bob
This David Blaine homie
Tracy macgradie homie
Ain’t everything gravy homie
(VERSE 2)
Imma show you how I run it like bolt
(Like who?)
If you kill me Ill come back like a ghost
(Booo)
In a ghost
Whipping on the road
Chicken in the stove
Epiglottis cloaked
Yo
This that road rage pardner
(Partner)
Imma pop like cold play pardner
(Partner)
She ate my noodle lo mein that’s your mama
(That’s your mama)
I try my best to stay humble
But this game over encumbered
I’m feeling numb as lumber
Jack stuck in mud in the summer
Who drained a couple of drums
Of high grade rum
I stunk
Until I busted my butt
And got some guts
And said fuck it
Imma get on my level
Imma work till my fingers bleed
Imma hustle so heavy that all of y’all will remember me
No one taught me to blow
I’ll do this shit on my own
And as I pass my competitors
I keep my eyes on my throne
I don’t really have the time
Have the time
(What what)
X4
Imma put you on game lil homie
We are not the same lil homie
I got the magic like bob
This David Blaine homie
Tracy macgradie homie
Ain’t everything gravy homie
That sounds like an excuse to me
Woke up
Wit a plan
Grown stuff
Digging in
Whoah
Roll up
Gimme that
Whoah
Roll up
Gimme that
We need more
Sikk in this
Bitch
Girl Show me how you bop on the dick
Game time show stopper legit
I’m feeling like Mufasa in this bitch
I got the mitus touch
And I might just bite ya butt
Another one bites the dust
(What)
Another one bites the dust
(Whoah)
Eat slugs when I spit the pump
No time off to lick the cup
Lick the bowl
Flip the goal
Take it to the finish when we win the gold
It’s all respectable
Booty delectable
I got the best of flows
I eat my vegetables
Better respect the flow
I’m Headed to decimals
I do not rest no more
Ahead of the rest of em
This is that hot shit
Got her feeling like takeoff she ain’t even see the cockpit
Shouts out to my 'migos blowing pot spliffs
I’s crazy like a mf hopsin
We getting blunt like it’s time to get real tho
Shit kick harder than a steel toe
Sikk so sexy he gone tryna fuck the mirror tho
(Sikk so sexy he gone try to what?)
(What a weirdo)
I don’t really have the time
Have the time
(What what)
X4
That sounds like an excuse to me
Imma put you on game lil homie
We are not the same lil homie
I got the magic like bob
This David Blaine homie
Tracy macgradie homie
Ain’t everything gravy homie
(VERSE 2)
Imma show you how I run it like bolt
(Like who?)
If you kill me Ill come back like a ghost
(Booo)
In a ghost
Whipping on the road
Chicken in the stove
Epiglottis cloaked
Yo
This that road rage pardner
(Partner)
Imma pop like cold play pardner
(Partner)
She ate my noodle lo mein that’s your mama
(That’s your mama)
I try my best to stay humble
But this game over encumbered
I’m feeling numb as lumber
Jack stuck in mud in the summer
Who drained a couple of drums
Of high grade rum
I stunk
Until I busted my butt
And got some guts
And said fuck it
Imma get on my level
Imma work till my fingers bleed
Imma hustle so heavy that all of y’all will remember me
No one taught me to blow
I’ll do this shit on my own
And as I pass my competitors
I keep my eyes on my throne
I don’t really have the time
Have the time
(What what)
X4
Imma put you on game lil homie
We are not the same lil homie
I got the magic like bob
This David Blaine homie
Tracy macgradie homie
Ain’t everything gravy homie
That sounds like an excuse to me