Webbie - Gutta Bitch lyrics

Look hop in my ride, stash this, hold that
Be cool turn the sound up and roll that
Now you my gutta bitch
Lil' momma don't get it twisted no trippin'
No house visit's you know I got other bitches
I mean it's plain and clear
I'm a motherfucking player
Don't worry about your teammates long as
You straight and taken care of
Look here don't worry about me boo
Just worry 'bout you
Follow my player ass rules and
Everything will go smooth
Just wait for me I'll be back I
Ain't gone be gone long bruh
Gotta make a couple rounds hold
It down while I'm gone
This some gutta ass G shit girl I
Can't tell you I love you
But, you ain't just another ho I
Kinda got feelings for ya
You just play you your part right
Don't slip and stay focused
Somebody might get laid off and
You might get promoted
Been thuggin' like you suppose to
Real to me vice versa
I know you won't get close
It ain't the time don't take it personal

You my gutta bitch, who I'm with
When I'm in shit with my other bitch
My other bitch when my other bitch
Be on some other shit
Like oh girl I need you to keep my secrets
Man look you my gutta bitch who I'm with
When I'm in shit with my other bitch
My other bitch when my other bitch
Be on some other shit
Like oh girl I need you to keep my secrets

I'm a hustler
I ain't got much quality time to
Spend on what I'm saying
And then I'm split it in 10's
So like a man I'mma come but
Soon as I come in
Let me beat it cause ain't no
Telling when I'mma be leaving again
That's just me, that's how I play it
I lay the pole and roll
Cause, I know no money trucks
Come to front doors
Now don't go and get it wrong
Thinking I'm actin funny
I can't give you to much
Time shit time is money
And if my main boo, knew
You just don't know what she'll do to you
Ooh she might go off and get to
Shootin' you so on the real
Keep it cool is what we gon' do
Uh, uh don't call me I'mma call you
You miss my call then fuck it
Don't do that 67, call back or nothing
This down low pro shit, gotta be up to par
You gutta bitch bet not get me caught

See, you got a old man, I respect that
I ain't even gonna check that
Real shit and I expect to
Get the same shit back
You catch me and my old lady
Riding in my Cadillac
I don't wanna horn or honk
I don't want a smile to crack
You do that shit and I bet you that
We ain't gon' be smiling back
We might just swerve on yo ass
Straight up try to handle that
All right, you fucking Webbie
No need for reppin'
I wanna fuck her too so don't
Even tell ya best friend
Talking all that gangsta shit
Really don't impress me
Keeping it on the down low
Then I'll be impressed then
Don't even tell your damn self
It ain't nobody's business
What we do, where we go, how we come
Where we been