Vel The Wonder - Gutter lyrics
[Vel The Wonder - Gutter lyrics]
She liven' in thecus her brains in the
Yo she smelling like a bucket of piss
Yo how attractive
Haven't even started the beat
Im already getting active
Yes im original straight from the crowd
How you expect me not to
Listen and refrain getting loud?
Yo i keep it representative of my culture
Eat em like a vulture i ain't picky
Ill slaughter em before they even
Line they notes up
Rap nerds and they evenly line they nose up
Rack em up coke
Im only fuckin' with the doja
And ill still leave they face numb
Leave em with some bad brains, brain damage
The same savage in the fast lane
And i gain stamina every round im rappin' em
Battlin', top of the dome status
Forget your lines like frontal lobe damage
Now you crying in spanish to vela
Watching your favorite telenovela
Cus ill die being a Xochitl over a Discua Paz
Homie im feminine as fuck and
Ill beat that ass
Believe me, i mean these things don't last
Catch me busting a benefit soon
I'm off of the map
Just a disembodied voice in the barn
Form of communication is when your
Webbing with your yarn
And you stay laced in Pearls-
Will her skin continue to look great curves?
Her hair placed in curls?
Brain great with words?
But still she ain't a worth if
She breaks from her nerve
Nonbelievers are fearful and they ain't
Even heard of her
Servin' these weak emcees yo is
What i do best
Like taking from they bank account
Before they even deposited check
Im the positive check
Injecting ya neck with the potency
Coming at me with them roses and poetry
Is known to get ya neck
Broke with nobody noticing
Im rolling solo dolo and i
Know where my homies be
See whats the difference between me and you?
About 8 mixtapes
12 videos and the term celebrity
Zombie attack
Carnivore stat cus these emcees
Looking dead to me
Im radiating beasting on ya nerves
First ill eat right at ya spinal chord
Im feeding on ya worth
Homie see that im the first
To get you straight shook
And i ain't even on ya fuckin' turf bitch
This ain't a service
This is my first shit to
Ever drop the surface
Untainted like im about to pop a
Virgin in my pops suburban
Or more like mama smurf fukin' with these
Hatin' ass lost suburb kids
Who lost on purpose
Can't handle without getting a grip
So we squabbin' fists until
We settle this shit
Then own ya death to clit
Im moving urban core
Pit stops in the pit lops
Getting they shit knocked
Missing about forty dollars from they
Wallet and they wrist watch
And a weak ass dime sack off his
Homie who had just slipped up
Producing head of my state
Call me chris rock
It ain't hard to remember who i be homie
Pick pocket pearl
Yo she smelling like a bucket of piss
Yo how attractive
Haven't even started the beat
Im already getting active
Yes im original straight from the crowd
How you expect me not to
Listen and refrain getting loud?
Yo i keep it representative of my culture
Eat em like a vulture i ain't picky
Ill slaughter em before they even
Line they notes up
Rap nerds and they evenly line they nose up
Rack em up coke
Im only fuckin' with the doja
And ill still leave they face numb
Leave em with some bad brains, brain damage
The same savage in the fast lane
And i gain stamina every round im rappin' em
Battlin', top of the dome status
Forget your lines like frontal lobe damage
Now you crying in spanish to vela
Watching your favorite telenovela
Cus ill die being a Xochitl over a Discua Paz
Homie im feminine as fuck and
Ill beat that ass
Believe me, i mean these things don't last
Catch me busting a benefit soon
I'm off of the map
Just a disembodied voice in the barn
Form of communication is when your
Webbing with your yarn
And you stay laced in Pearls-
Will her skin continue to look great curves?
Her hair placed in curls?
Brain great with words?
But still she ain't a worth if
She breaks from her nerve
Nonbelievers are fearful and they ain't
Even heard of her
Servin' these weak emcees yo is
What i do best
Like taking from they bank account
Before they even deposited check
Im the positive check
Injecting ya neck with the potency
Coming at me with them roses and poetry
Is known to get ya neck
Broke with nobody noticing
Im rolling solo dolo and i
Know where my homies be
See whats the difference between me and you?
About 8 mixtapes
12 videos and the term celebrity
Zombie attack
Carnivore stat cus these emcees
Looking dead to me
Im radiating beasting on ya nerves
First ill eat right at ya spinal chord
Im feeding on ya worth
Homie see that im the first
To get you straight shook
And i ain't even on ya fuckin' turf bitch
This ain't a service
This is my first shit to
Ever drop the surface
Untainted like im about to pop a
Virgin in my pops suburban
Or more like mama smurf fukin' with these
Hatin' ass lost suburb kids
Who lost on purpose
Can't handle without getting a grip
So we squabbin' fists until
We settle this shit
Then own ya death to clit
Im moving urban core
Pit stops in the pit lops
Getting they shit knocked
Missing about forty dollars from they
Wallet and they wrist watch
And a weak ass dime sack off his
Homie who had just slipped up
Producing head of my state
Call me chris rock
It ain't hard to remember who i be homie
Pick pocket pearl