Lupe Fiasco, Stack Bundles - I Keep It Gutter Like lyrics
Lupe Fiasco [Wasalu Muhammad Jaco] Chicago, Illinois, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lupe Fiasco, Stack Bundles - I Keep It Gutter Like lyrics]
Got the fishscale
Rubber grip pistolPop, like it’s Cristal
Rich lip wow, with the
Had to struggle to get my weight up
Left lane
Left lane now they want me to wait up
Can’t slow my pace, no time to waste
Who the fuck face to face
Gotta embrace the hate with this life of mine
Y’all wanna raise the stakes put
Your life on the line mine’s is real
Stack Bun’ signed and sealed
Got a mean watch game, keep the ice real
I don’t like talking
And I keep some hot wheels
Bitches catch feelings when I’m walking
Bop too gangster, Glock too heavy
No more turnovers I got Far Rock steady
I keep it gutter like i keep it gutter like
I keep it gutter like i keep it gutter like
You can see me, low key in a FordNo keys
The doors open like grocery stores
Or see me four-fifthin
I had you niggas pourin liquor
Out like it’s prohibition
The piece that speaks for it'self
And the row I gotta mention
The flow that’s tension no flinching
Pop benching with them 245s
Or moving pies like FOIs
Y’all don't know though
I’m the illest crime caught on
Tape since Caine and O-Dog and I won’t talk
Even if I’m caught red handed
Like don’t walk, I flip it with no thoughts
Shit on, everything you big on the with no
Clips ons
You can talk until you blue in the face
But, you can pause it
If you ain’t in the face
Red niggas got hate in they veins
I clap niggas leave hate in they brain
Let me teach ya
The hood niggas call me RogerCause
I’m flooded in carrots
And I floss every day like it’s Easter
The beats the reason I ryhyme
Streets the reason I grind
And I don’t need heat to shine
Cause, I didn’t when y’all oppress me
End up dead or missing like Elvis Presley
You know I keep a chick topless
Keep my whip topless keep my spit toxic
You keep it in the closet
Things can get un-pretty
Like bars left from Chili
For the sake I hope I
Keep everything quaker oats, real gritty
Or 3-0-50 on the rocks like Whitney
Filthy, and like spittin dutch and gillie
Close, but no Philly
Rubber grip pistolPop, like it’s Cristal
Rich lip wow, with the
Had to struggle to get my weight up
Left lane
Left lane now they want me to wait up
Can’t slow my pace, no time to waste
Who the fuck face to face
Gotta embrace the hate with this life of mine
Y’all wanna raise the stakes put
Your life on the line mine’s is real
Stack Bun’ signed and sealed
Got a mean watch game, keep the ice real
I don’t like talking
And I keep some hot wheels
Bitches catch feelings when I’m walking
Bop too gangster, Glock too heavy
No more turnovers I got Far Rock steady
I keep it gutter like i keep it gutter like
I keep it gutter like i keep it gutter like
You can see me, low key in a FordNo keys
The doors open like grocery stores
Or see me four-fifthin
I had you niggas pourin liquor
Out like it’s prohibition
The piece that speaks for it'self
And the row I gotta mention
The flow that’s tension no flinching
Pop benching with them 245s
Or moving pies like FOIs
Y’all don't know though
I’m the illest crime caught on
Tape since Caine and O-Dog and I won’t talk
Even if I’m caught red handed
Like don’t walk, I flip it with no thoughts
Shit on, everything you big on the with no
Clips ons
You can talk until you blue in the face
But, you can pause it
If you ain’t in the face
Red niggas got hate in they veins
I clap niggas leave hate in they brain
Let me teach ya
The hood niggas call me RogerCause
I’m flooded in carrots
And I floss every day like it’s Easter
The beats the reason I ryhyme
Streets the reason I grind
And I don’t need heat to shine
Cause, I didn’t when y’all oppress me
End up dead or missing like Elvis Presley
You know I keep a chick topless
Keep my whip topless keep my spit toxic
You keep it in the closet
Things can get un-pretty
Like bars left from Chili
For the sake I hope I
Keep everything quaker oats, real gritty
Or 3-0-50 on the rocks like Whitney
Filthy, and like spittin dutch and gillie
Close, but no Philly