Down bad and I'm servin uppers for the nosebleeds
Higher seats
Got the cash from serving fiends
They're my receipts
Yeah custys king
But I aint taking credit
Or frontin shit I need it now
Junkie hit it once then twice
And now she'll clean the entire house
But she won't feed the kids
They livin' off of Twix and chips
She don't even eat herself
Cus she just need crystals and dick
I ain't a social worker
I ain't no preacher neither
I'm doing what I need to
Can't tell me that you wouldn't either
Cus in my position
The thickest shit would reach your knees
Me and my momma thick as thieves
Yeah she my bro
My P I C
Don't f*ck with P I G's
F*ck the SWAT team
F*ck the F E D's
Glock with the laser beam
And ontop of that
Got a LED
Eggs and Oscar Meyer
Butter toast
And instant noodle
Spaghetti O's
Kraft cheese
And the toaster strudels
Come from a fighting breed
Y'all some house cats
Y'all some lil poodles
I'm rapping like I'm sculpting
They scribble scrabble
They doing doodles
I take my pen
I write their deaths
I kill em' off
Like I'm Shakespeare
Keep it pushing
I step careful
Cus in the desert there's snakes here
Seen't God and I seen't the Devil
He scorning at me in the mirror
In my kennel we keep it real
We trained to kill
We don't have no fear
Neighbors think I'm sellin' dope
Last time I checked I ain't J Cole
Listenin' to Quiet Storm
When SWAT came to kick down the door
All I heard was the yellin'
Saw the guns
And then hit the floor
They couldn't find no evidence
It was spinnin' down the toilet bowl
Neighbors think I'm sellin' dope
Last time I checked I ain't J Cole
Listenin' to Quiet Storm
When SWAT came to kick down the door
All I heard was the yellin'
Saw the guns
And then hit the floor
They couldn't find no evidence
It was spinnin' down the toilet bowl
Gutz - Neighbors Lyrics
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Down bad and I'm servin uppers for the nosebleeds
Higher seats
Got the cash from serving fiends
They're my receipts
Yeah custys king
But I aint taking credit
Or frontin shit I need it now
Junkie hit it once then twice
And now she'll clean the entire house
But she won't feed the kids
They livin' off of Twix and chips
She don't even eat herself
Cus she just need crystals and dick
I ain't a social worker
I ain't no preacher neither
I'm doing what I need to
Can't tell me that you wouldn't either
Cus in my position
The thickest shit would reach your knees
Me and my momma thick as thieves
Yeah she my bro
My P I C
Don't f*ck with P I G's
F*ck the SWAT team
F*ck the F E D's
Glock with the laser beam
And ontop of that
Got a LED
Eggs and Oscar Meyer
Butter toast
And instant noodle
Spaghetti O's
Kraft cheese
And the toaster strudels
Come from a fighting breed
Y'all some house cats
Y'all some lil poodles
I'm rapping like I'm sculpting
They scribble scrabble
They doing doodles
I take my pen
I write their deaths
I kill em' off
Like I'm Shakespeare
Keep it pushing
I step careful
Cus in the desert there's snakes here
Seen't God and I seen't the Devil
He scorning at me in the mirror
In my kennel we keep it real
We trained to kill
We don't have no fear
Neighbors think I'm sellin' dope
Last time I checked I ain't J Cole
Listenin' to Quiet Storm
When SWAT came to kick down the door
All I heard was the yellin'
Saw the guns
And then hit the floor
They couldn't find no evidence
It was spinnin' down the toilet bowl
Neighbors think I'm sellin' dope
Last time I checked I ain't J Cole
Listenin' to Quiet Storm
When SWAT came to kick down the door
All I heard was the yellin'
Saw the guns
And then hit the floor
They couldn't find no evidence
It was spinnin' down the toilet bowl
Higher seats
Got the cash from serving fiends
They're my receipts
Yeah custys king
But I aint taking credit
Or frontin shit I need it now
Junkie hit it once then twice
And now she'll clean the entire house
But she won't feed the kids
They livin' off of Twix and chips
She don't even eat herself
Cus she just need crystals and dick
I ain't a social worker
I ain't no preacher neither
I'm doing what I need to
Can't tell me that you wouldn't either
Cus in my position
The thickest shit would reach your knees
Me and my momma thick as thieves
Yeah she my bro
My P I C
Don't f*ck with P I G's
F*ck the SWAT team
F*ck the F E D's
Glock with the laser beam
And ontop of that
Got a LED
Eggs and Oscar Meyer
Butter toast
And instant noodle
Spaghetti O's
Kraft cheese
And the toaster strudels
Come from a fighting breed
Y'all some house cats
Y'all some lil poodles
I'm rapping like I'm sculpting
They scribble scrabble
They doing doodles
I take my pen
I write their deaths
I kill em' off
Like I'm Shakespeare
Keep it pushing
I step careful
Cus in the desert there's snakes here
Seen't God and I seen't the Devil
He scorning at me in the mirror
In my kennel we keep it real
We trained to kill
We don't have no fear
Neighbors think I'm sellin' dope
Last time I checked I ain't J Cole
Listenin' to Quiet Storm
When SWAT came to kick down the door
All I heard was the yellin'
Saw the guns
And then hit the floor
They couldn't find no evidence
It was spinnin' down the toilet bowl
Neighbors think I'm sellin' dope
Last time I checked I ain't J Cole
Listenin' to Quiet Storm
When SWAT came to kick down the door
All I heard was the yellin'
Saw the guns
And then hit the floor
They couldn't find no evidence
It was spinnin' down the toilet bowl
Writer: Miguel Bailon
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