They think that gutta back Bring that gutta back They think that gutta back Bring that gutta back They think that gutta back Bring that gutta back They think that gutta back Bring that gutta back Ride with county dogs yea I said that Fresh off up the porch like where that work yea Told my mama that I got this never turn back Bitch I want my city I’m just doin’ laps Whole hood hatin’ say that nigga changed Ride around the town the real money came Oh well different city hotels Plenty paper bitches pullin’ on my goat tails You the bad economy that droppin’ dope sells Shit ain’t what It used to be shout out to Fish Scale Shout out them real zoes shout out my bad hoes One for you broke bitches better get your grind on Word on the street they plannin’ on my downfall You niggas bitches reason why stay around y’all Smellin’ money from a mile like a hound dog Fall in every year they just call me John Wow They think that gutta back Bring that gutta back They think that gutta back Bring that gutta back They think that gutta back Bring that gutta back They think that gutta back Bring that gutta back Prowlin’ kinda boos yea I said that DJs who forgot I brought that line back DJs who forgot I put that on the map Ready for more keep pullin’ raps Still flop with that hammer Bad bitch from Atlanta Still talkin’ that shit I’m young as Tony Montana Why you laugh fool Cuz I came up Still real it ain’t changed up Came through in that rainstorm Downtown I’m like what the f**k You still talkin’ that dumb shit Talkin’ ‘bout what you gonna do Talkin’ ‘bout what you gonna blow Nigga man I’m 24 I done been here what you tryna do Been places you tryna go From canned foods to them great views And the mob hope I don’t run through I was 17 when I first signed Same day that my city rise Six figures no compromise Only nigga who televised F**kin’ niggas who sellin’ lies F**kin’ hoes who was never around Then I go for that 9 to 5 People rollin’ my window down like They think that gutta back Bring that gutta back They think that gutta back Bring that gutta back They think that gutta back Bring that gutta back They think that gutta back Bring that gutta back I say now just get onto my level ho 80 grins in my Rollie though F**k this bitch till that pussy soaked Either one give you plenty choke F**k is wrong with your frontal lobe F**k you talkin’ ‘bout B4 Timber shoppin’ yo Frank do Signed sealed no envelope I said hood nigga from the 20 ho Dudes goose when that Chevy roll Real nigga come flick up Act or talk or you clicked up My young Benz I’m f**k shit Bang bang till that bitch click 10 times what my neck be With a thick picture now blast these Say f**k is off with that pussy 20k for my bookie 50 grind on my chopper Jumpin’ out of that bucket Think real nigga get money My top down when it’s sunny From PF ville to the big IMs You still local I take trips Gone They think that gutta back Bring that gutta back They think that gutta back Bring that gutta back They think that gutta back Bring that gutta back They think that gutta back Bring that gutta back