GUTS! lyrics

[Intro]
(AV with that drip, ho)

[Chorus: 1nonly]
Ayy, like what the f*ck? Motherf*cker got a bullet through his lungs
Keep a clutch, I pop a hollow and serve it through his guts
Shawty f*ck, I'm in the function, don't mean to interrupt
I got money that move it like groupies, I can't get enough
I got a steel heater, pop a blue demon in a two seater
Cool beamer, watch this tool beat him, when I move weird, I move deeper
Why he move different? Got a cool ruger
He a b*tch, he a school teacher, I'm the school shooter

[Verse 1: SXMPRA]
Ayy, sit down, I'm 'boutta teach a f*cking lеsson
Motherf*ckers acting crazy, guess I gotta keep 'еm guessing?
Just a bunch of f*cking clowns (Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!)
One bat to the head, who the f*ck is laughing now?
You wanna step to me? I'll let it end for free
I got a lot of f*cking demons, I'm the centerpiece
Hell is meant for me, go 'head and bend your knees
Take a swing, b*tch, this'll be your ending scene
I'll break your motherf*cking face, when I feel the bass
I cut like razor f*cking blades, I put ‘em in a grave
Run away 'cause a pus*y motherf*cker never wanna be the one to face
The entity sending the f*ckers well beneath to a sunken place
I know you know my name (f*ck you!)
Pull up on a motherf*cker, get up out the whip, I gotta let sh*t rip
f*ck another one, I gotta do it alone
I really gotta be the one to make a name done stick
So b*tch, don't even try to save me 'cause I'm too far in the abyss
I stay f*cking decaying, don't play me
[Chorus: 1nonly]
Ayy, like what the f*ck? Motherf*cker got a bullet through his lungs
Keep a clutch, I pop a hollow and serve it through his guts
Shawty f*ck, I'm in the function, don't mean to interrupt
I got money that move it like groupies, I can't get enough
I got a steel heater, pop a blue demon in a two seater
Cool beamer, watch this tool beat him, when I move weird, I move deeper
Why he move different? Got a cool ruger
He a b*tch, he a school teacher, I'm the school shooter

[Verse 2: SXMPRA & 1nonly]
Watch a motherf*cker break
b*tch, what the f*ck, do you want? Bullet to your dome
Got a f*ckin' bag, now I'm creepin' out the catacombs
b*tch, what the f*ck you talking? I'ma bring the MAC from home
Your b*tch, she wanna f*ck on me and her friend, she wanna tag along
You know I'm needin' my profit, you pussies speakin' like prophets
So f*ckin' back up and stop it, I spin your jaw like a sprocket, I'm poppin'
I got my racks up like nothing, she want my di*k in her stomach
Got 40 rounds in this clip and got forty bands in the function
Like what the f*ck?