Shutes
I feel like I'm Shutes right now (Mirah wattup)
I can't help I got the juice right now (I can't help it)
Time to pull the cover back on the industry
Wake up (Yea yea yea yea yea)
Turn out a nun she a hoe now
I thought I told you this mac'n was serious I'm wicked
Soon I step foot in yo city
My phone going crazy I post my location it's instant
Fucked her in Louis V tennis
I don't know who wetter
My drip or her pussy she squishing
I'm drilling her
Giving her all that I got and smacking ass
She way too loud cuz I'm killing her
Numb to a rat I ain't feeling them
You shouldn't of signed up for this if you knew you couldn't take it
Street credit got to erase it
Caught in a jam with the bread but like jelly you shaky
I turned up and quit all of that stressing
Ten different hustles ain't got to sell dope that's a blessing
Won't hop in that ride without weapons
They know I'm stacking my chips and might try to get reckless
Whole lot of cash on my schedule
Ain't got no time to be playing unless you my child
My boujie bitch on that medical
She blow a stick put her lips on my dick and go wild
Microwave whipping professional
Shout out the stove but that shit just ain't really my style
I got grams on pre-order I'm whipping right now
I make magic with water and buttons tydow
Who hollin out that they know me
Mane this the new me you need to be hollin you knew me
I elevated my hustle and shit done got better for me even got richer groupies
My young n made them a name in the streets
I can't lie on these folks mane they really some shooters
Yo n ain't nun in the streets
Just big bunch of bitches and chickens remind me of hooters
Clip on me long as a ruler
And Ima use it
Put him on ice like a cooler
Reach for my shit like you stupid
Ain't no sense in wearing vests cuz this shit going through it
Bitch must of thought I was cupid
Trying to lay up after fucking nah you got to go
I must of thought she a demon
That head was so fie mane it felt like I'm selling my soul (Gaah-damn)
I feel like I'm Shutes right now
I can't help I got the juice right now
I feel like I'm Shutes right now
I can't help I got the juice right now (Yeaaa Sirrr)
Err-body wanna be gangsta
Err-body thuggin and err-body say they'll kill
Til I hop out with dicks on the sticks
Got them running and falling like Memphis in May fights on Beale
They trying to figure out what I do
Mane I been balling so hard they been thinking I hoop
Pull up and serve out a coupe
Try me I do like the girl on my jersey
Shutes
Dreads flying out the roof
Fucking a pretty bitch mouth trying to knock out her tooth
I'm in zone 5 with the prince
Find out you cappin and we gone lowercase ya shit
Jumping on stage with the 9
It's holding 10 but the mac 11 holding 30
N ain't built for this ride
Heard they took everything without a gun did him dirty
Big ole' Draco like I'm Presley
You want the smoke you can get it n I ain't selfish
Fuck on ya mama like Melvin
Strap on the bed right beside me you know I'm protected
You just might as well accept it
We run the streets and you know that this shit can get hectic
These n know what I'm reppin
Blrrat Blrrat like a frat
N know we steppin
Free my n out the tentiary
DJ play it loud for them throw up what ya claiming
G's C's V's and B's
Latin America, Italian n what ya banging
I got love for err-body that got love for me
But if you hating n fuck ya
All I really want is money
Stack challenge trying to pile it tall as Tim Duncan
I left my heat and felt funny without it I had to go back and go get it like Wade
My n Red like D Rose in 012
N stayed on some bullshit but he do not play
DP you know what it is
These choppers so big I might need a kick stand with this shit
I do not get in yo business but these n sweet
Banana clips we making splits
I got stripes like a mint
Send them demons at ya job done money sent
Spending money like I'm rich
You wouldn't believe I come from the trenches like a ditch
Fresh as fuck smelling good and I do it so easily
Got a bad bitch that's into me
Right hand to God she so raw she ain't got to do much
But when she do it it's a killing scene
Can't nun of these choppers get rid of me
I'm stuck with this shit like they kin to me
Chasing goals I got bigger dreams
Even paralyzed n feeling me
Can't nun of these choppers get rid of me
I'm stuck with this shit like it's kin to me
Chasing goals I got bigger dreams
Even paralyzed n feeling me
I feel like I'm Shutes right now
I can't help I got the juice right now
Champ Gavin Everywhere
I can't help I got the juice right now (I can't help it)
Time to pull the cover back on the industry
Wake up (Yea yea yea yea yea)
Turn out a nun she a hoe now
I thought I told you this mac'n was serious I'm wicked
Soon I step foot in yo city
My phone going crazy I post my location it's instant
Fucked her in Louis V tennis
I don't know who wetter
My drip or her pussy she squishing
I'm drilling her
Giving her all that I got and smacking ass
She way too loud cuz I'm killing her
Numb to a rat I ain't feeling them
You shouldn't of signed up for this if you knew you couldn't take it
Street credit got to erase it
Caught in a jam with the bread but like jelly you shaky
I turned up and quit all of that stressing
Ten different hustles ain't got to sell dope that's a blessing
Won't hop in that ride without weapons
They know I'm stacking my chips and might try to get reckless
Whole lot of cash on my schedule
Ain't got no time to be playing unless you my child
My boujie bitch on that medical
She blow a stick put her lips on my dick and go wild
Microwave whipping professional
Shout out the stove but that shit just ain't really my style
I got grams on pre-order I'm whipping right now
I make magic with water and buttons tydow
Who hollin out that they know me
Mane this the new me you need to be hollin you knew me
I elevated my hustle and shit done got better for me even got richer groupies
My young n made them a name in the streets
I can't lie on these folks mane they really some shooters
Yo n ain't nun in the streets
Just big bunch of bitches and chickens remind me of hooters
Clip on me long as a ruler
And Ima use it
Put him on ice like a cooler
Reach for my shit like you stupid
Ain't no sense in wearing vests cuz this shit going through it
Bitch must of thought I was cupid
Trying to lay up after fucking nah you got to go
I must of thought she a demon
That head was so fie mane it felt like I'm selling my soul (Gaah-damn)
I feel like I'm Shutes right now
I can't help I got the juice right now
I feel like I'm Shutes right now
I can't help I got the juice right now (Yeaaa Sirrr)
Err-body wanna be gangsta
Err-body thuggin and err-body say they'll kill
Til I hop out with dicks on the sticks
Got them running and falling like Memphis in May fights on Beale
They trying to figure out what I do
Mane I been balling so hard they been thinking I hoop
Pull up and serve out a coupe
Try me I do like the girl on my jersey
Shutes
Dreads flying out the roof
Fucking a pretty bitch mouth trying to knock out her tooth
I'm in zone 5 with the prince
Find out you cappin and we gone lowercase ya shit
Jumping on stage with the 9
It's holding 10 but the mac 11 holding 30
N ain't built for this ride
Heard they took everything without a gun did him dirty
Big ole' Draco like I'm Presley
You want the smoke you can get it n I ain't selfish
Fuck on ya mama like Melvin
Strap on the bed right beside me you know I'm protected
You just might as well accept it
We run the streets and you know that this shit can get hectic
These n know what I'm reppin
Blrrat Blrrat like a frat
N know we steppin
Free my n out the tentiary
DJ play it loud for them throw up what ya claiming
G's C's V's and B's
Latin America, Italian n what ya banging
I got love for err-body that got love for me
But if you hating n fuck ya
All I really want is money
Stack challenge trying to pile it tall as Tim Duncan
I left my heat and felt funny without it I had to go back and go get it like Wade
My n Red like D Rose in 012
N stayed on some bullshit but he do not play
DP you know what it is
These choppers so big I might need a kick stand with this shit
I do not get in yo business but these n sweet
Banana clips we making splits
I got stripes like a mint
Send them demons at ya job done money sent
Spending money like I'm rich
You wouldn't believe I come from the trenches like a ditch
Fresh as fuck smelling good and I do it so easily
Got a bad bitch that's into me
Right hand to God she so raw she ain't got to do much
But when she do it it's a killing scene
Can't nun of these choppers get rid of me
I'm stuck with this shit like they kin to me
Chasing goals I got bigger dreams
Even paralyzed n feeling me
Can't nun of these choppers get rid of me
I'm stuck with this shit like it's kin to me
Chasing goals I got bigger dreams
Even paralyzed n feeling me
I feel like I'm Shutes right now
I can't help I got the juice right now
Champ Gavin Everywhere
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Writer(s): Kyndol Gavin
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