Gutta lyrics

[Intro]
My approach is, you know what?
You wanna keep talking out of that mouth?
You're gonna have your jaw wired
Ha ha ha ha ha ha

[Verse 1: Miss Prada]
See a b*tch like me so gutta
Do a n*gga off dead in his sleep
See a b*tch like me so gutta
Put a bullet in your brain if you weak
See a b*tch like me so gutta
Gotta get ’em with the ass, I'm a freak
Set a n*gga up, get him bodied
They ain't gonna find the body for a week
I’m a mean hoe, I'm your dream hoe
Set it off quick like Cleo
Not a Leo, 'cause I'm never lyin'
Chopper got your baby mama crying
You stay trying
Check the facts, b*tch, I'm a street b*tch
Keep the heat in between my knees, b*tch
The whole hood who I'm tryna feed, b*tch, uh

[Chorus: Miss Prada]
See a b*tch like me so gutta
(So gutta, so gutta, so gutta, so gutta)
See a b*tch likе me
(Like me, likе me, like me, like me, uh)
See a b*tch like me so gutta
(So gutta, so gutta, uh)
See a b*tch like me
(Like me, like me, uh, like me, like me)
[Verse 2: Miss Prada]
f*ck around, get your face cracked
Face puffy like a Mase track
D-d-d-dipping, dodging, I ain't catching charges
If you talkin’ butter, get your man whacked
Dirty looks, I don’t take that
f*ck tonight, get your day smacked
Clip a hoe with the whip bumper
Dump her musty ass on the way back
And it's real
Contact me, I swear, b*tch, you get killed
I get baby time, just playing cards and hot meals
I don’t do crews, I keep one hoe to hold pills
Now take one of mine, how you feel? Uh

[Chorus: Miss Prada]
See a b*tch like me so gutta
(So gutta, so gutta, uh)
See a b*tch like me
(Like me, like me, like me, like me, uh)
See a b*tch like me so gutta
(So gutta, so gutta, uh, so gutta)
See a b*tch like me
(Like me, like me, like me, like me)

[Verse 3: Cashsus Clay]
See a n*gga like me so gutta
Come through, I'm LeBron with the heat
Put these n*ggas on time out like I've been filed
And I'm ’bout to shoot a freak
f*ck y'all n*ggas want?
Bumbaclot get your ballsy boy hit, fade it up
I'm with Prada right now
Drinkin' crown with my motherf*ckin' left pinky up, wooh
Thursdays were the worst days
Now I sip champagne 'cause I'm thirsty
From Berlin to [?] crystal
My p*ss shine, it's why y'all n*ggas p*ssed off
Big di*k, I bet you'd rather get p*ssed on
Plus I rap 'cause you like to get spit on
This is wrestling, another knot under my belt
You'll be Owen Hart, gettin' lynched over a belt, uh
[Chorus: Miss Prada]
See a b*tch like me so gutta
(So gutta, so gutta, so gutta, so gutta)
See a b*tch like me
(Like me, like me, like me, like me, uh)
See a b*tch like me so gutta
(So gutta, so gutta, uh)
See a b*tch like me
(Like me, like me, uh)

[Verse 4: Ayesha Erotica]
Hot damn, hoe, here I come again
pus*y tight as a sock, say he can't get it in
Dressed up in Klein, God damn, I'm fine
Got Manolo pumps, my card never decline
I'mma get my shine, word up, stay up, fam
Ayesha Erotica on Instagram
'Bout a half a gram, cuttin' up on the dash
Got a couple loan sharks, I'mma get my cash
See me heavy, light as a rock
If I ain't answer your call then I'm swallowing c*ck
Girls love to jot and sh*t, I let 'em
In a couple of months the fans gon' forget 'em
Their man gon' regret 'em, they come running to me
You gotta pay for a verse, I don't come for free
When I'm done light a Parliament, no time for arguin'
Ass in the air like a b*tch stay gutted, uh
[Chorus: Miss Prada & Ayesha Erotica]
See a b*tch like me so gutta
(So gutta, so gutta, uh)
See a b*tch like me
(Like me, like me, uh-huh, uh)
See a b*tch like me so gutta
(So gutta, so gutta, uh)
See a b*tch like me
(Like me, like me, uh-huh, uh, uh)