Gudda Chyld - Shotgun House’s (feat. Ziggler the Wiggler) Lyrics

Yeo
You made it this far? Ya heard me
You a real one
CHYLD's PLVY 2, lil' bitch

Look
I throw my thumb in my middle finger
Throw my V on the side of that (VL)
Who the f*ck they starin' at?
Yeah, I'm him, who askin' that?
Wasn't raised in public housin', shotgun houses, trappin' at
Sneakin' strippers in the back to break their backs, back to back (huh)
Caught the last two months of the 80's
Walkin' through the 90's (huh)
'96 was only six and already duckin' shots with Vonnie

From the city of dead bodies
Bet that Glizzock stay beside me (yeah)
I'm too raw for the industry
I know they gon' blackball me (woo)

In the hood and back ballin'
Where Stunna? No Austin
Got shootas leave your body in that creek like Dawson
Can't retire from this bullshit
Would I look like Jordan? (Huh)
I just lied to get the pussy
I ain't Joe, I ain't stalkin'
Just holla at my murda man

From MurdaSide, Valence, Magnolia (huh)
All these white folks
F*ck around and it's probably Angola
Off that clean side

But carried poles by Napoleon (huh)
Shots roastin' niggas ribs
I got that Yoppa jocin' (huh)
I'm sober, gun loaded

Plenty brothers, Hulk Hogan (yeah)
Spattered all this DNA
The f*ck outta here
Just like his slogan

All family over here
Support system like a hoster
Remember walkin' out of Danny's
Seein' Gizzle in that Rover (waa-)

Had to cut my right hand off
Shit was almost suicide
Niggas on that grimy shit
I was on that loyal side

Was plottin' just to murder shit
While I'm on the Money$ide
Niggas never heard of me
"He jump claimin' Money$ide?"

Niggas started threatenin' me
Showed them that I'm still outside (yeah)
Niggas tried to hang with me
They found out that my cousin died (huh)

Travain buried with my momma
How you niggas thought I lied?
Bitch I'm reppin' how I'm steppin'
Stay in motion, ocean tides

With some old stand up niggas
I ain't talkin' Richard Pryor (no)
Glock ARP with me and Tito, Kee
That's startin' five

F*ck bitches in Airbnb's
They thinkin' soul ties
I'm a demon in the sheets
I'm Incubus in hoes eyes (yeah)

Draw that four like Uno
We got aims like Marrero (yeah)
Bullets turn a nigga tender (yeah)
Raising Canes, get the combo (yeah)

Uptown nigga, I'm a honcho
Big shots only, no pineapple (ahuh)
Bitch I'm feelin' like I'm Rambo
I ain't runnin' out of ammo, up in camo (woo)
Move the f*ck around
You wasn't sleepin' on that sofa (nope)
Eatin' MAMA noodles daily

With no bread and just a toaster
Momma walkin' with a Save-A-Center basket down on Laurel (ahuh)
Niggas in the hood
They run they mouths just like a motor (huh)
Bullets comin' flamin' hot (boaw)
Knock the chip clean off his shoulder (boaw)
Potna scrape the pot
Pyrex a box of baking' soda (yeah)
Have dreams of f*ckin' bitches in a Wraith
And then I ghost them (ah)
Bitch I don't need my flowers
Spread them legs just like some pollen bitch (yeah)
Yeah, ya heard me

You understand me
Gudda Chyld from off VL like I said the Money$ide
You already know what it's hittin' for
And shouts out to my dawg Kee and Teito
Them some real Hounds, you understand me?
And we gettin' it in like this yeuh, you know what I'm talkin' about?
It's real outchea, I'm Ziggler the motherf*ckin' Wiggler
My dawg say, "Ziggy, I need you", I say, "oh boy, you got me", believe that there

Gudda Chyld, nigga, don't forget that name, nigga
You know what it's hittin' for
CHYLD's PLVY, Ziggler the motherf*ckin' Wiggler
And we gon' play some shit with your motherf*ckin' ass
Like we doin' Chucky on y'all shit, you understand me?
Oh boy, believe that there
And I'm out
(Ooouuu that VL nigga did that)