Gutter (feat. Dead Sev)

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Every single day, wake up eat my honey rolls
Every single day, hang up on those stupid hoes
Try to ask me for my money but it's in the bank
Want to ask my shawty where she on saturday
Because me I be skating like a fucker every fucking day
Sucker punch a motherfucker in the motherfuckin face
Saving for a chevy so I can drive through ya state
On the interstate, driving like ninety
Trapping in the gutter since the motherfucking nineties
Why all these pretty boys wearing these nikes
Wear fucking vans, put on a fresh white tee
Rootin' tootin' cowboy from the south boy
Cedar City roots blood flows all inside me
Boots for my shoes when I'm working with the cows boy
Evans is my last name, screaming it proudly
Working hard for my money, after work I'm drinking brewskis
Born in the gutters, will turn you to a gunner
Poppin' off, poppin' off shots for the butter
You can find me trapping with my brothers
Devilish sounds make you scream for your mother
Ah motherfucker
Born in the gutters, will turn you to a gunner
Poppin' off, poppin' off shots for the butter
Try to ask me for my money but it's in the bank
Want to ask my shawty where she on saturday
Born in the gutter, bunch of dirty motherfuckers
Stacking up my money, dodging all these blood suckers
And the hoes stay flocking, bitches all love us
I don't give them my number because they all know where to find us
You motherfuckers, shao tuckers, if ya fancy, Uncle Ruckus
Taking masses to a city, west side of Nantucket
I see you got some ladies that be rubbing on your face
I got four fives too but they tucked inside my waist
You got problems I can understand you know I can relate
Let's be honest man your problems ain't my problems anyway
I could do this any day, any person any place
From the pink towns of France, to my nigga Billy Ray
Try to minimize my shit like it was all for nothing
Bitch I put a bullet in a pig like I was hog hunting
I can see these fascists at the pulpit, bullshit it's all fronting
Bitch I must be on something, run this like I'm Forrest Gump
And quit your trifling, why you lying like you ain't f*ck with me
Ain't got no love for me, watching trying to study me
I'm like Joe Burr meets Joe Dirt, never drive got a chauffeur
Passed out and I'm face down like a beer can in the gutter
Born in the gutters, will turn you to a gunner
Poppin' off, poppin' off shots for the butter
You can find me trapping with my brothers
Devilish sounds make you scream for your mother
Ah motherfucker
Born in the gutters, will turn you to a gunner
Poppin' off, poppin' off shots for the butter
Try to ask me for my money but it's in the bank
Want to ask my shawty where she on saturday

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