GUSHER GUTS lyrics

[Intro]
b*tch, yeah, ayy, b*tch
Is that Shoki on the beat?
I just left London, I just left London
Ayy, yeah (b*tch), ayy, ooh (Yeah)

[Chorus]
I just left London, I'm money thumbin'
Dover Street, twenty bands like it's nothin'
.38 to the gut made 'em vomit
Sorry lil' n*gga, you had this sh*t comin'
Catch up with him, that's the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts, he burst like a Gusher
n*ggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt
I just left London, I'm money thumbin'
Dover Street, twenty bands like it's nothin'
.38 to the gut made 'em vomit
Sorry lil' n*gga, you had this sh*t comin'
Catch up with him, that's the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts, he burst like a Gusher
n*ggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt

[Verse]
The whole damn gang, dumb, dumb, and dumbass
Pull up on them and I'm letting the gun blast
I got like forty-five left in this Glock
This is my mop and it hold fifty shots
I took that Lambo' right off of the lot
And did the dash, I had to run from the cops
Double the cup then I'm pourin' the drop
And drink it fast, b*tch, I be sippin' a lot
Put fifty-thousand dollars on a watch
And spent the bag just to look down at this clock
Watch me turn up on these n*ggas
Got 'em mad, now they wishin' a n*gga would stop
When I run down on a n*gga
I do him bad, yeah I knock his ass right out his socks
Don't try to clown me, lil' n*gga
You wasting your time and I wish that you n*ggas would stop
[Chorus]
I just left London, I'm money thumbin'
Dover Street, twenty bands like it's nothin'
.38 to the gut made 'em vomit
Sorry lil' n*gga, you had this sh*t comin'
Catch up with him, that's the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher
n*ggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt
I just left London, I'm money thumbin'
Dover Street, twenty bands like it's nothin'
.38 to the gut made 'em vomit
Sorry lil' n*gga, you had this sh*t comin'
Catch up with him, that's the end of discussion
He got strawberry guts and burst like a Gusher
n*ggas want beef, I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him, shoot a shot at his sweatshirt