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gutta100 - out on bond lyrics

[intro: gutta100]
right now, right now, ayy, ayy
right now, right now, right now, ayy
i’m out on bond right now
still got a pistol in my pocket right now

[chorus: gutta100]
i’m out on bond for a charge right now (right now)
still got a glock in my pocket right now (right now)
i can still pull out twenty bands right now (right now)
and i just copped another brick, i’m still gon’ buss that b+tch down
i’m out on bond for a charge right now (right now)
still got a glock in my pocket right now (right now)
i can still pull out twenty bands right now (right now)
and i just copped another brick, i’m still gon’ buss that b+tch down, ayy

[verse 1: gutta100]
i’m out on bond, i just caught a charge, but i’m still at the trap
you might think my junkies runnin’ track how they come back to back
ain’t talkin’ football, but if he fumble the pack he get sacked
ain’t talkin’ mike vick, but i could throw the pack and run it back
i’m a roadrunner, b+tch, i think i get that from my father
i’m a smart thinker, b+tch, i know i get that from my mama
i’m a pistol toter, yeah, i know i got that from my brother
if you try and take this dope from me, then you gon’ meet my cutter
meet my cutter, yeah, my cutter cut you, it’s gon’ split you up
i get plenty pounds, b+tchеs get shipped in dually trucks
if you try to rob, i bet wе turn it ’round, you get sticked up
like i’m from milwaukee, all my [?] streets for bucks
[chorus: gutta100]
i’m out on bond for a charge right now (right now)
still got a glock in my pocket right now (right now)
i can still pull out twenty bands right now (right now)
and i just copped another brick, i’m still gon’ buss that b+tch down
i’m out on bond for a charge right now (right now)
still got a glock in my pocket right now (right now)
i can still pull out twenty bands right now (right now)
and i just copped another brick, i’m still gon’ buss that b+tch down, ayy

[verse 2: jaydayoungan]
i’m out on bond right now, hmm
i can f+ck your b+tch, she ain’t sh+t, pipe down
thirty+six on my wrist, that’s a brick, iced down
famous jugger hittin’ l!cks, but he won’t take the price down
i’m fightin’ cases, still clutchin’ on the k
clip long like the interstate, this a banana for you apes
my favorite weapon be the drake
but i prefer the .38 when i’m tryna boost the murder rate
while gunnin’, shoot ’em in the face, like bang

- gutta100 lyrics

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