[Hook] They want that gutta' back, want that gutta' back They want that gutta' back, want that gutta' back They want that gutta' back, want that gutta' back They want that gutta' back, want that gutta' back
[Verse 1] Robert County boss, yeah I said that Fresh up out that Porsche, like where that work at? Tell my mama that I got us, never turning back Bitch I run my city, I'm just doing laps Whole hood hating, say a nigga changed Right around that time, the real money came Oh well, different city, hotels Plenty paper bitches pulling on my coat tails You're the bad economy, they're dropping your sales Shit ain't what it used to be, shout out to fish scale Shout out them real Zo's, shout out my bad hoes One for you broke bitches, better get your grind on Word on the street they're praying on my down fall You niggas bitches, reason why I stay from round y'all Smell the money from a mile, like a hound dog Balling every year, they just call me John Wall
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[Verse 2] Robert County boss, yeah I said that In case you forgot, I brought that line back In case you forgot, I put that on the map Ready for war, ? raps Still strapped with that hammer, bad bitch from Atlanta Still talking that shit, I'm young Tony Montana What you mad for, cause I came up Still real and ain't changed up Came through in that Range truck Diamonds shining like what the fuck You still talking that dumb shit, talking bout what you gonna do Talking about when you gonna blow, nigga man I'm twenty-four I done been there what you trying to do, been places you trying to go Compared fools to them great views and them ? holes that I ran through I was seventeen when I first signed, same day that my city rise Six figures, no compromise Only nigga who televised Fuck the niggas who selling lies Fuck them hoes who was never round Finna' got for that nine to five Keep the roll and my window down
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[Verse 3] I say now bitch get on to my level ho Eighty grand for my Rollie' though Fucked the bitch and that pussy soaked Finna' work but you finna' choke Fuck the fool with those funny loaf Fuck you talking bout before Send a shot through your front door Signed, sealed no envelope I said hood nigga from the twenty ho Deuce, deuce when that Chevy roll Real nigga come flick up, acting tough cause you clicked up My youngest be on some fuck shit, bang bang's and that bitch clicked Seven chains where my neck be, with a thick bitch in the back seat I say fuck us all with that pussy, twenty K for my bookie Fifty round in my chopper, Jumping out of that bucket Say real nigga getting money, my top down when it's sunny From ? to them big M's, we still local I take trips, gone
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