White Wall Street
White Wall Street - The Guttah Shit lyrics
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[Intro] (DJ Boofkid) Yo yo yo yo yo, DJ Boofkid, comin' in, the studio We been on break for awhile but we're back dog, we're back (DJ Boofkid) DJ Boofkid outta the cut like my nigga Lunchbox i ain't givin a fuck Grab the sawed off, now ya gettin' the buck grab the deuce-deuce now ya straight outta luck Like a Diamond in the rough, kid i'm dangerous you might wanna blast back but you can't aim at us I'm born to bust, too much is never enough Talk shit, end up face down in the fuckin' dust (Lunchbox) Now it's to the topic we've all once debated That's whether or whether or not it's time to get faded Cops hate it the dealers made it But it' is today ain't nobody bout to change it You're not outta range kid As i'm readin' you the G's the Judge readin' plaintiffs You ain't shit, I aim this One blast to ya head now you brainless Added two blades in, blunts blazin' I'm laughin' at the name engraved in- ya tombstone, ya doomed holmes! I'm at ya funeral, with out a suit on mackin all the girls who in the group homes Gettin dome while the gone But they never alone, uh You know what i'm sayin to you I'm not playin the fool I'm bein laced with the two