Guts

[Intro]
(Section 8, you straight cookin mother****er)
[Chorus: K CAMP]
We done linked up, we done had a few drinks
And the next thing you know, I was in her guts
Heard you a freak and you heard Im a freak (Hey, hey)
You know Im feelin like Greek, gotta get them bucks
Counted up again and I counted up again
And I counted up again and it still aint enough
I done came up, they dont like that shit
Still poppin my shit, you dont like it, so what?
I just hopped off 75, now Im on the Northside
Ima push it, Ima go and hit the clutch
Even though you suck good **** and that ass real fat
You got blocked cause you do too much
Standin on the couch with a pocket full of money and a bottle in my hand, I can see you in the cut
I can tell you wanna be a barbie
You done with your lips, now you workin on your ******* and your— (Yeah)
[Post-Chorus: K CAMP]
All these ******* in the club and you niggas wanna fight
Aint you lookin like a sucka? Yeah (Ooh, ooh)
All these ******* wanna ****, yellow diamonds on me
Wrist lookin like mustard, yeah
All this money in the world and you beefin bout a *****
Thats a trait of a buster, yeah
All this money in the world and you beefin bout a *****
Thats a trait of a—
[Verse 1: K CAMP]
What you tell em?
Yeah, you know the ***** is a airhead
I be droppin bombs over Baghdad, yeah (Yeah)
Now I do it big like Khaled
I remember sleepin on a palate, yeah (Yeah)
If you want the pressure you can have it
Told shawty hit me on the gadget, yeah, (Pull up)
Had to put the foreign in traffic
Wintertime, Fendi on the jacket, yeah (Damn)
Hell yeah, figured out a loophole
Say you gettin money, nigga kudos, ooh, ooh
**** em in a group thats a duo
Shawty real sweet like a churro, ooh, ooh
I remember eatin Ramen noodles
Shit I still eat the noodles, ooh, ooh
Traded the Porsche for a two-door
My left wrist colder than Pluto, ooh
[Chorus: K CAMP]
We done linked up, we done had a few drinks
And the next thing you know, I was in her guts
Heard you a freak and you heard Im a freak (Hey, hey)
You know Im feelin like Greek, gotta get them bucks
Counted up again and I counted up again
And I counted up again and it still aint enough
I done came up, they dont like that shit
Still poppin my shit, you dont like it, so what?
I just hopped off 75, now Im on the Northside
Ima push it , Ima go and hit the clutch
Even though you suck good **** and that ass real fat
You got blocked cause you do too much
Standin on the couch with a pocket full of money and a bottle in my hand, I can see you in the cut
I can tell you wanna be a barbie
You done with your lips, now you workin on your ******* and your— (Yeah)
[Post-Chorus: K CAMP & True Story Gee]
All these ******* in the club and you niggas wanna fight
Aint you lookin like a sucka? Yeah (Ooh, ooh)
All these ******* wanna ****, yellow diamonds on me
Wrist lookin like mustard, yeah
All this money in the world and you beefin bout a *****
Thats a trait of a buster, yeah
All this money in the world and you beefin bout a *****
Thats a trait of a— (Ooh , ooh, **** nigga)
[Verse 2: True Story Gee]
Stackin up the money, shawty, you are not important
And I done loaded up on sticks like Im bout to got to war (Brr)
Everything I rock be custom, I dont go into stores
They aint lookin for no ****, if they play Ima slide
Made lil shawty touch her toes, she know Im somewhere with the bros
And I dont really like to brag, I gotta whole lotta cash
Put some paper on your head like a temporary tag
Now your face on a shirt, your whole family gotta wear it
Your hoe is my hoe, got bags in the Tahoe
I pop too much shit, I cannot be embarrassed
Ran up a whole lotta money, why they start actin funny?
I dont know, if its smoke, Ima clear it
My diamonds dance, its just water, I swear
I done came from the dirt, *****, I look like a check
Rockin Cartier, I cant *** * with you for real
I never showed you where I live, but you down at the 12 (Lil *****)
[Chorus: K CAMP]
We done linked up, we done had a few drinks
And the next thing you know, I was in her guts
Heard you a freak and you heard Im a freak (Hey, hey)
You know Im feelin like Greek, gotta get them bucks
Counted up again and I counted up again
And I counted up again and it still aint enough
I done came up, they dont like that shit
Still poppin my shit, you dont like it, so what?
I just hopped off 75, now Im on the Northside
Ima push it, Ima go and hit the clutch
Even though you suck good **** and that ass real fat
You got blocked cause you do too much
Standin on the couch with a pocket full of money and a bottle in my hand, I can see you in the cut
I can tell you wanna be a barbie
You done with your lips, now you workin on your ******* and your— (Yeah)
[Post-Chorus: K CAMP]
All these *** **** in the club and you niggas wanna fight
Aint you lookin like a sucka? Yeah (Ooh, ooh)
All these ******* wanna ****, yellow diamonds on me
Wrist lookin like mustard, yeah
All this money in the world and you beefin bout a *****
Thats a trait of a buster, yeah
All this money in the world and you beefin bout a *****
Thats a trait of a—