migogutta, $bf capo - guttatalk lyrics
(migogutta)
my n+ggas steppin’
only blue flags surround our weapons
lurkin’ on the opps always spinnin’ through they section
i’m rippin’
40 cal, this ain’t no smith & wesson
i’m tryna see tomorrow, so i keep it for protection
what’s the tension?
you lookin’ like you wanna ask a question
y’all postin’ on the media like i want some attention
you cloud chasin’ sendin’ red hollow tips into your direction
y’all still ain’t get back from the n+ggas at the intersection
f+ck the opps
you ain’t really been like that my n+gga so just stop
got that 556, arp, all black without the stock
why you talkin’ like you with it with no k!ll on your glock?
why you dissin’ me if you scared to come and tune the pipe?
no janitor, but watch how quick i grab the stick and get the mop
you know (?) gets fake to jack boy that’s how what’s his name got shot
full size k from siberia, it’s gon’ knock you off your socks
keep in mind slippers count, we love spinnin’ through your block
you need a ride, let me know, i can put you on a he+rs+
i’m out here fried, thinkin’ bout the time we up the scope first
my taurus 9 is takin’ lives, it has turned into a curse
i pop em twice, you finna die, he need a doctor, not a nurse
($bf capo)
gutta gang my gang, and off them drugs, no i can’t think
momma fightin’ cancer, hit me hard, i went insane
wonder if i die tonight, would that sh+t heal my pain?
run into a guap , and i’m aimin’ straight for his brain
catch a bp lack and we sendin’ shots at his face
and i don’t do no cappin’, so catch me i do the race
i catch myself a body, believe me, without a trace
you doin all that fly sh+t, your n+ggas, they gettin’ faced
my young guttas came up on some guns, that sh+t a blessing
223 and 556 gon’ send your ass to heaven
we reckless
we shootin’ at that car, you in my section
you say that you don’t f+ck with me, so keep me out your mention
f+ckin’ with the gang, and we sendin’ shots out the rip
flexin’ with that pistol, we turn him straight to a l!ck
perky in my system, i’m treatin’ you like a b+tch
and when i up this pistol everybody gettin’ hit
f+ckin’ with the gang, and we sendin’ shots out the rip
flexin’ with that pistol, we turn him straight to a l!ck
perky in my system, i’m treatin’ you like a b+tch
and when i up this pistol everybody gettin’ hit
(migogutta)
applyin’ pressure we bust pipes
where we runnin’ from blue lights
if i bark then i’ma bite
left them bl++dy at the site
i swear the opps they all gon’ die
and they don’t need and come outside
behind the walls they scared to fight
gettin’ bullied terrorized
you talkin’ down we put you up
smokin’ you and sippin’ mud
play both sides like you a thug
them members want to go shed blood
they say she has a thing for thugs
but my heart cold i can’t show love
if that push come to shows i get active with them gloves
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