Gutta lyrics

[Intro: Lil Yachty]
Aye yay aooh
Yeah it's wintertime and lil boat
Aye aye
Lil boat
Its wintertime and lil boat
Wintertime and lil boat

[Hook: Wintertime]
These b*tches hatin' now they love us
These n*ggas mad, they see the come up
I had to get it out the gutta, gutta, gutta
Now I finna run it up
These b*tches hatin' now they love us
These n*ggas mad, they see the come up
I had to get it out the gutta, gutta, gutta
Now I finna run it up

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
Now I finna run it up aye yeah
Now I'm drivin' Bentley trucks aye
These n*ggas down on they luck whoa
Lil boat that n*gga stuck up yeah whoa
I had to get it out the mud yeah whoa
I had to do it for my bloods yeah whoa
I had to do it for my cus whoa
Cause 'em n*ggas show me love yeah whoa
f*ck all you n*ggas that be hatin'
Suck a di*k, take a shot cause I'm on the rise right now
Yeah I ain't worried 'bout a b*tch, I'm tryna chase the guap right now
Yeah, I'm headed to the tippy top with my all my guys right now whoa
And this n*gga still mad I finna f*ck his thot right now
I said I don't need your company, I got bad b*tches tryna hang with me
I got big n*ggas tryna shoot for me, it's impossible what they'll do for me
Don't need that fake sh*t, please keep away with that fake sh*t
My big n*ggas they'll take sh*t, pull up camo down in that Bape sh*t
[Hook: Wintertime]
These b*tches hatin' now they love us
These n*ggas mad, they see the come up
I had to get it out the gutta, gutta, gutta
Now I finna run it up
These b*tches hatin' now they love us
These n*ggas mad, they see the come up
I had to get it out the gutta, gutta, gutta
Now I finna run it up

[Verse 2: Wintertime]
I did it on my own, now they hit my phone
I told her leave me lone, she see I finna go
I just to move 'em Os, now I'm smokin' Os
These n*ggas stealin' sauce, but they ain't comin' close
Now they see my name, they hear my name, and then they know
I just want to take a bad b*tch out to Barbados
I just want to stack my bread up like it's some legos
n*ggas used to hate now they on me that's how they do
I ain't never been with the fake sh*t
I just rolled a blunt then I face it yeah yeah
Young Winter up next boy just face it
Got it out the gutta out the basement yeah yeah
Miss me with that fakeness
Winter shine and now they hate it
I swear that it don't make sense
How I came up from nothin', I had to tell you, yeah