The Gusto Room lyrics

[Intro: Bo Bo Lamb]
Damn, man
I hate going to the casino and lose all my motherf*cking money
You ever go to the dice table
And the motherf*cker is shaking the dice
And the mutherf*cker with the stick is talking (?)
Do it mutherf*cking again
I saw motherf*ckers lose, he so mad when he lost
He pulled out a axe and cut his motherf*cking head off
And walked to the bathroom
That casino will tear your ass up

[Verse 1]
Hearts, clubs diamonds, spades
With a poker face
Stakes is high
Open the cake
It's roulette, y'all
Place your bet on the ever so fresh, y'all
Till the death y'all, fresh as the powder
Smooth as the oil
Let (?)
This some grown man sh*t, f*ck toying with ties
Let's get stocks
John John got a heater
With a field to your blow
From the window
To the wall
Like God with the quotes
We collect expo sh*t
Try to flip it on some hot exo sh*t
(?) , ghetto prick
b*tch before I let go six
As I head over the petrol bridge
[Bo Bo Lamb]

[Verse 2]
Clubs, spades, hearts, diamonds
What the f*ck (?)
It's genetic
45 f*ck fetish
With a love so litigious
Take blood, mustard

Must have been a
f*cking up the
Head a little seasoning
Mutherf*cking genius (isn't he a genius)
It's either all
Floating like Jesus with a (?) soul
O-X that's an occupied soul
Rock rhymes till a n*gga drop thighs slow
If you keep dissing him, that's not my blow
Never will you catch him
With a (?)

[Bo Bo Lamb]