Shark Guts lyrics

[Intro]
Brr
Yeah, uh
(Machine, n*gga)

[Verse 1]
Bust a brick out the plastic
Whip it, stretch it like elastic (Whip up)
Let it dry and then you bag it
Cut your phone on and get in traffic (We outside)
Keep the shooter, that's a habit (Hah)
He gon' empty out his ratchet (Brrrt)
Poppa killed when he was sixteen
Turned that n*gga to a savage (That n*gga bugged out)
Mom smokin', she a addict (Smokin')
Brother doin' time in Dallas (Free the brodie)
Dropped out of all his classes (Hah)
f*ck school, he just wanna whack sh*t (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
Reject 2, that's a classic
Hall & Nash, that's a classic
Hitler I through VII, all classic (What else?)
Griselda Ghost, that's a classic (What else?)
FLYGOD, that's a classic (Talk to 'em)
Awesome God, that's a classic (What else?)
Tana Talk 3, that's a classic (Hah)
Blientele, that's a classic (Talk to 'em)
Plugs I Met, that's a classic (Hah!)
F.O.O.D. 1 through 4, all classic
Look What I Became, that's a classic (Woo)
What Would ChineGun Do, that's a classic (Boom, boom, boom, boom)
[Interlude]
Hahaha, yeah (Brr, brr)
You know, the b*tches been on my body lately
Hahahaha

[Verse 2]
She said I smell like a meal ticket
She said I taste like a million bucks (Like a mill')
Said I probably knew her baby daddy (I don't know that n*gga, b*tch)
She told me that I still could f*ck (Hah, hmm, hahahaha)

[Outro]
What more is left for me to do, uh? (I done did it all, n*gga)
What more is left for me to do, uh? (I mean, you see the bag I'm gettin' off this sh*t, haha)
What more is left for me to do? (You see history I made, you see the b*tches I'm f*ckin', n*gga, and the cars I'm drivin')
What more is left for me to do?