They think that gutta back 
Bring that gutta back 
They think that gutta back 
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They think that gutta back 
Bring that gutta back 
They think that gutta back 
Bring that gutta back 

Ride with county dogs, yea I said that 
Fresh off up the porch like where that work yea 
Told my mama that I got this, never turn back 
Bitch I want my city, I'm just doin' laps 
Whole hood hatin', say that nigga changed 
Ride around the town, the real money came 
Oh well, different city hotels 
Plenty paper bitches pullin' on my goat tails 
You the bad economy that droppin' dope sells 
Shit ain't what It used to be, shout out to Fish Scale 
Shout out them real zoes, shout out my bad hoes 
One for you broke bitches, better get your grind on 
Word on the street they plannin' on my downfall 
You niggas bitches reason why stay around y'all 
Smellin' money from a mile like a hound dog 
Fall in every year, they just call me John Wow 

They think that gutta back 
Bring that gutta back 
They think that gutta back 
Bring that gutta back 

They think that gutta back 
Bring that gutta back 
They think that gutta back 
Bring that gutta back 

Prowlin' kinda boos, yea I said that 
DJs who forgot, I brought that line back 
DJs who forgot, I put that on the map 
Ready for more, keep pullin' raps 
Still flop with that hammer 
Bad bitch from Atlanta 
Still talkin' that shit, I'm young as Tony Montana 
Why you laugh fool? Cuz I came up 
Still real, it ain't changed up 
Came through in that rainstorm 
Downtown I'm like what the fuck? 
You still talkin' that dumb shit 
Talkin' ‘bout what you gonna do 
Talkin' ‘bout what you gonna blow 
Nigga man, I'm 24 

I done been here, what you tryna do? 
Been places you tryna go 
From canned foods to them great views 
And the mob hope I don't run through 
I was 17 when I first signed 
Same day that my city rise 
Six figures no compromise 
Only nigga who televised 
Fuckin' niggas who sellin' lies 
Fuckin' hoes who was never around 
Then I go for that 9 to 5 
People rollin' my window down like 

They think that gutta back 
Bring that gutta back 
They think that gutta back 
Bring that gutta back 

They think that gutta back 
Bring that gutta back 
They think that gutta back 
Bring that gutta back 

I say now just get onto my level ho 
80 grins in my Rollie though 
Fuck this bitch till that pussy soaked 
Either one give you plenty choke 
Fuck is wrong with your frontal lobe? 
Fuck you talkin' ‘bout B4? 
Timber shoppin', yo Frank do 
Signed, sealed, no envelope 
I said hood nigga from the 20 ho 
Dudes goose when that Chevy roll 
Real nigga come flick up 
Act or talk or you clicked up 
My young Benz I'm fuck shit 
Bang bang till that bitch click 
10 times what my neck be 
With a thick picture now blast these 
Say fuck is off with that pussy? 
20k for my bookie 
50 grind on my chopper 
Jumpin' out of that bucket 
Think real nigga, get money 
My top down when it's sunny 
From PF ville to the big IMs 
You still local, I take trips 
Gone. 

They think that gutta back 
Bring that gutta back 
They think that gutta back 
Bring that gutta back 

They think that gutta back 
Bring that gutta back 
They think that gutta back 
Bring that gutta back