Jay Rock, Ab-Soul - Gutter lyrics

Rude boy Ab-Soul top Dawg rottweiler
Just fall in this motherfucker like

Just tell me when, I'm ready baby
I been ready baby
Since 1987 sometime late February
I'm a boss I need an office and a secretary
Numero uno, you know, never secondary
And I'mma stunt even if a
Nigga never dare me they say I'm legendary
But I ain't done much
Never heard of a knife, right, I'm uncut
That's raw footage, don't get it fucked up
And you ain't shot shit, that was Duck Hunt
I scare 'em
You saw me and thought you saw three
Cause I could put your life
On pause like dogs feet
And you don't wanna Top Notch dot com-pete
Cause like this track, I got y'all beat
By like a hundred fuckin' points


I'mma have to celebrate and smoke
A hundred fuckin' joints, light up
I feel like smokin' a nigga
Summer day supersoakin' a nigga
Yeah him and both of his niggas
Can get it fresh out of the clip
And a surgeon could stitch him up
Affirmative, permanent rest, but

Me no want nobody body on my guns
Me no want nobody body on my guns say
Me no want nobody body on my guns
Me no want nobody body on my guns no

I get this funny feelin'
Around wannabe killers
Who supposed to move in silence
But be loud as sirens
And when it go down, they
Known to back down like
"Stop the violence"
And will probably cry if ever locked
In a cage like Biron
I'm crucifying liars like Pontius Pilate
Whoever try'll vanish
I'm on a wack rapper diet and I'm famished
Hi, I'm so high I could kick the planet
Watch your world shift and
Then fix the damage
I talk bread like every second
I been a sandwich
And you're in the wrong profession
You're like a deaf pianist
And you could use a pill like fresh bananas
I do this in my sleep
Smooth like silk pajamas
But you don't wanna Top Notch dot com-pete
Cause like this track, I got y'all beat
By like a hundred fuckin' points
I'mma have to celebrate and smoke
A hundred fuckin' joints, light up
I feel like smokin' a nigga
Summer day supersoakin' a nigga
Yeah him and both of his niggas
Can get it fresh out of the clip
And a surgeon could stitch him up
Affirmative, permanent rest, but

Me no want nobody body on my guns
Me no want nobody body on my guns say
Me no want nobody body on my guns
Me no want nobody body on my guns no

I swear it's days I feel
Like bustin' my gun
Niggas be pushin' me thinkin' I'm pussy
Until I clap, leave him on his back
From the mac
Empty the clip leave him stiff as a spliff
Y'all don't hear me though
38s we don't play with those
AR hit your arm, have your homies like
"Where'd it go?"
I hate them fake rappers, better calm it down
Come to my town
I'mma show you how this llama sound
Holdin' my waste, Gucci belt buckle
Big ass in my pocket, a couple of gs
In the club with Soul
Yeah we puffin' the weed
Makin' it rain, money's nothin' to me
But niggas envy us, come and test us
Hot bullets hit your chest
Fuck your flesh up
Duck, I don't wanna leave a body on my gat
Fuck around and leave a fuckin'
Dead body on the track
Damn, you don't wanna Top Dawg dot com-pete
I put a cease and desist on your heartbeat
Why? Because I'm motherfuckin' nuts
Me and Soul go celebrate and
Smoke a hundred fuckin' blunts
I feel like smokin' a nigga
Summer day supersoakin' a nigga
Yeah him and both of his niggas
Can get it fresh out of the clip
And a surgeon could stitch him up
Affirmative, permanent rest, what

Me no want nobody body on my guns
Me no want nobody body on my guns say
Me no want nobody body on my guns
Me no want nobody body on my guns no