Gusher lyrics

[Intro: TEC]
Whole lot of green money, I just like blue hundreds
She just a freak b*tch, she toot up too special

[Chorus: TEC]
I f*ck up designer stores, I got a shoe fetish
f*ckin' and f*ckin' the finest hoes, they say I'm too petty
I swear whenever it's time to blow, my Spiders too ready
Whatever in front of 'em, they shootin' at it
Put the TEC on your crew, that's a group message
And I'm smokin' on Gusher, n*gga don't want no pressure
They think we'll catch up, they mustard
Condiments off, but they f*cked up
Still got them green hundreds, I just like blue better
Broke n*gga never seen money, you gotta do better

[Verse 1: TEC]
Tell them hoes less sh*t, I don't hear 'em
If a n*gga ain't talkin' no M's
Tried to tax, b*tch, we want in
'Til them packs make the racks come in
Got a di*k where the clip go in
Security try to pat us, we don't even go in
Can't get the pole in, motherf*ck the show then
'Cause it could go down, n*gga never go in
You could never know how
We kill 'em and they goin' soft
Then I go and take a bleach bath to wash all the gunpowder off
Hoes f*cking the gang for clout
But they don't get nothin', we change 'em out
When I'm bustin' a nut, I aim for mouth
Like b*tch, don't forget why you came around (Stupid ass ho)
And the shoes that I'm rockin' look like Huarches, but these Versaces
Fresh out the P for watching
Pouring lean, rest in peace Speaker Knockerz
I got a shooter in the car fetish
Plus my money up, so I'm war ready
Say they wanted war 'til they brought pressure
Now they singin' and p*ssin' like R. Kelly (Them n*ggas tellin')
[Chorus: TEC]
I f*ck up designer stores, I got a shoe fetish
f*ckin' and f*ckin' the finest hoes, they say I'm too petty
I swear whenever it's time to blow, my Spiders too ready
Whatever in front of 'em, they shootin' at it
Put the TEC on your crew, that's a group message
And I'm smokin' on Gusher, n*gga don't want no pressure
They think we'll catch up, they mustard
Condiments off, but they f*cked up
Still got them green hundreds, I just like blue better
Broke n*gga never seen money, you gotta do better

[Verse 2: Money Man]
I f*ck your b*tch and then I give her back to you
I'm the type to mail a pack to you, yeah
Nine ninety-five for these Balencis
n*gga, don't step on my shoes, they expensive
And I just bought 'em this morning at Lenox
And I just f*cked a b*tch in my sauna
Got commas on commas, got blue strip hundreds
These real deal hundreds
These n*ggas backstabbing, hell nah, I can't front 'em
Got an F&N 57, n*gga be ducking
I'ma shoot him in the face if a n*gga start clutching
I just dropped twenty bags on my country ass cousin
Got a b*tch at the crib finna give me sweet loving
n*gga, like Big Pun, my pockets be chubby
Got dope boy standards and these b*tches to work it
Gotta FaceTime Krit, these diamonds, these bullets
Got fifty P's of gas from the UPS driver
n*gga say he gon' call me every time he find 'em
Got a brand new choker, I swear it's gon' blind 'em
If a n*gga got a hot song then I might sign 'em
If I think the plug weak then a n*gga might try 'em
Just like a bird, them bullets be flyin'
I be in the Porsche, 9-11, I'm flyin'
Shoot the whole group, n*gga, everybody dying
I ain't pickin' up the line, I'm just makin' these dimes
[Chorus: TEC]
I f*ck up designer stores, I got a shoe fetish
f*ckin' and f*ckin' the finest hoes, they say I'm too petty
I swear whenever it's time to blow, my Spiders too ready
Whatever in front of 'em, they shootin' at it
Put the TEC on your crew, that's a group message
And I'm smokin' on Gusher, n*gga don't want no pressure
They think we'll catch up, they mustard
Condiments off, but they f*cked up
Still got them green hundreds, I just like blue better
Broke n*gga never seen money, you gotta do better