SCY Jimm
Gutta Baby*
Lyrics from Snippet

Ayy, forever thuggin', give a fuck 'bout what a n***a say (Ayy, n***a say)
If I ain't locked in the booth, I'm out here chasin' cake (Ayy, chasin' cake)
Ran it up just to put it in a n***a face (Ayy, ayy, a n***a face)
Talkin' days, I done been in grind mode for fifty straight and still ain't ate (Hoo, ayy, ayy)
'Bout that bag, catch me goin' state to state, I need that cake (Hoo, on gang)
Still dodgin' bullets, I know them crackers mad we beat that case (Fuck 12)
Real n***a, ain't tryna take no L, that's why I keep that 'K (Hoo)
Mask on, run down on a n***a, he ain't see my face (Glaow, glaow, glaow)
Ayy, gutta baby (Huh?), I'ma die with that fire, they know I keep that cutta, baby (Keep that cutta, baby)
Ayy, yeah, you can get a pic, but you gotta fuck my brother, baby (Ayy, ayy, ugh-ugh)
Ayy, tryna give my mama a hundred racks and show I love the lady (Ayy, yeah)
Ayy, my bitch love it when I pop a Perc' and fuck her crazy (Ugh-ugh, ayy)
Blue tips in my clip, these bitches'll rip through car doors (Pew, pew, glaow, glaow, glaow)
Fuck lil' baby like I'm a dog, I like my bitch on all fours (Come here, come here)
Young n***a Jedi with that stick, but this ain't nothin' like Star Wars (Frrt, glaow)
And he claimin' that it's love, but money is all...