Gunz N Gutter by TWxWKS Lyrics

[Part I]

[Verse 1: Bruno]
Last name Wisdom but you ain't very wise
Your music so goofy, I can't look you in the eyes
Should've closed up the vault with a key and a lock
I'm talking 'bout cages not the ones for your cock
Your music makes me laugh man, that shit so embarrassin'
Humiliation fetish is that why? Is that the thing?
You copped a forty dollar chain talkin' 'bout you copped some new ice
That shit ain't even real, your neck look green and make me look twice
You wanted all your fans to make you Tiktoks for free
You looking for a lawyer from Atlanta, is it for me?
Or is it for the leakers? There's so many songs out
Or is it because of the feature, you recorded and sent out
You ain't got a leg to stand on, you think you can put me out?
The judge will laugh your sorry ass right out of the courthouse
So come kick down my door, I know you want all the war
But just wait before you do it 'cause you know I got more

[Hook: JS PUNCH]
Guns with the Gutta
She lie on my brother
Jack off to his mother
He died left too much uh
Cock cage cover
Big ball cupper
Leak by a Tucker
Ash fake lover
Aye, aye, [?]
I got a VPN protection, [?]
[Verse 2: JS PUNCH]
If I get offbeat like astronauts in the ocean
[?] I got Ableton for lotion
I got hungry [?] this gon' be my second lunch
CHRIS CASEY on the beat it's a link with JS PUNCH bitch
I'm cornier than corn
I'm hornier than porn
I'm cornier than corn
I'm hornier than porn
Don't mind me I'm just chillin' with your best friend
Beanbag bitch I steal flows but I'm flexin'

[Verse 3: Cevin]
All these fuckers wanna be me yeah y'all want what I'm on
I got Bubby in the back yeah he Jimmy on my John
Stackin' bread paper chasin' yeah a young
Goofy now, on the grind yeah the job never ends
Dick so big that your girl yeah she wanna be friends
Ball so hard yeah you bitches could never comprehend
Took two weeks for this verse busy chillin' in my Benz
But I'm here, I've arrived, go tell all your friends

[Verse 4: Thurston]
If you ain't rockin' with TWxWKS must be a bitch or somethin' uh
Our flow is fire like a candle light a wick we stuntin' uh
You better stay up in your lame ass fuckin lane mufucka'
Or I'ma lock you in a cage like Gutta dick or somethin'
[Verse 5: Bubby]
Hurry, yeah, uh-huh, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah ok
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah ok, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah ok
Yeah, uh-huh uh-huh, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Ok ok ok ok, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
I don't regret nothin'

[Part II]

[Verse: Sequoia]
This is graphic design at its peak
It barely took two fuckin' weeks
Your designs are too fuckin' weak
I'm gonna start some fuckin' beef
I'm sorry, was that way too out of pocket?
Well hold this L go straight to Hell while I pop and lock it
I'm killin', west side villain
Squad run twenty deep so you better start chillin', yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

[Outro: Thurston]
TWxWKS 2021
In your area *mumble*
I'ma fuck it up 20 fuckin TWxWKS
*Mumble*