Gutter Gang, Pt. 2 (feat. King Kurt Raps)

[Chorus (YKK & King Kurt Raps)]
Speaker Fuckin blaring loud
Now we all up in the clouds
Bitch you can't
Mess with the gutter gang
Riding round town
In a lambo laughing to the bank
Fuck Coca-Cola
I'm pouring that drank
Aye
Bitch you can't fuck with the gutter
Fuck with king kurt fuck with me
That's my brother
Aye
Bitch you can't fuck with the gutter
We boutta make it got green
Like a putter

Speaker Fuckin blaring loud
Now we all up in the clouds
Bitch you can't
Fuck with the gutter gang
I make these rapper
Walk the plank
I write my own shit
While you out drawing a blank
Aye
Bitch you can't fuck with the gutter
Fuck with yk fuck with me
That's my brother
Aye
Bitch you can't fuck with the gutter
We boutta makе it got green
Like a putter

[Verse 1]
This is the grеatest shit
You know I made this shit
All of you play this shit
Poppin these checks and shit
Spit like a tech and shit
Ice on my neck and shit
Bitch up next and shit
Silk pillow beck and shit
I'm losing all my patients
I got fired from the ER
Wrists ain't ever thawing
All the gold is where my teeth are
Fuck her then I dip
I can't ever have no sweet heart
All up in that modern warfare
No treyarch
There ain't a thing up in this world
That I can't fucking buy
They ask how much I got
But I can't even count that high
Eyes on the prize
The money, the fame
Stuck on my prime
Spitting the flame
Grabbin that uzi
The sights take aim
Pulling the trigger
Killing the game

[Chorus (YKK & King Kurt Raps)]
Speaker Fuckin blaring loud
Now we all up in the clouds
Bitch you can't
Mess with the gutter gang
Riding round town
In a lambo laughing to the bank
Fuck Coca-Cola
I'm pouring that drank
Aye
Bitch you can't fuck with the gutter
Fuck with king kurt fuck with me
That's my brother
Aye
Bitch you can't fuck with the gutter
We boutta make it got green
Like a putter

Speaker Fuckin blaring loud
Now we all up in the clouds
Bitch you can't
Fuck with the gutter gang
I make these rapper
Walk the plank
I write my own shit
While you out drawing a blank
Aye
Bitch you can't fuck with the gutter
Fuck with yk fuck with me
That's my brother
Aye
Bitch you can't fuck with the gutter
We boutta make it got green
Like a putter

[Verse 2 (King Kurt Raps)]
Double my cup, you know what's up
I ain't no pussy so fill that shit up
Seeing the stars, tripping to Venus
She wanna fuck stars so grab on my penis
Im looking the cleanest, my raps stay the meanest
Dollar to paper the paper look genius
I'm writing the thesis, boy you need Jesus
Seamless I'm speechless exposing your weakness
I scream with uniqueness, Kurt is the first
You are the worst, I'm bring the sweetness
So suck on my sucker you better not pucker
I chat up your woman just so I can fuck her
They sleeping on me like they were Tucker
Still repping the gutter I eat where's your supper
Tell mother I love her I'm born just to suffer
I'm making it big just wait till the summer was down

[Chorus (YKK & King Kurt Raps)]
Speaker Fuckin blaring loud
Now we all up in the clouds
Bitch you can't
Mess with the gutter gang
Riding round town
In a lambo laughing to the bank
Fuck Coca-Cola
I'm pouring that drank
Aye
Bitch you can't fuck with the gutter
Fuck with king kurt fuck with me
That's my brother
Aye
Bitch you can't fuck with the gutter
We boutta make it got green
Like a putter

Speaker Fuckin blaring loud
Now we all up in the clouds
Bitch you can't
Fuck with the gutter gang
I make these rapper
Walk the plank
I write my own shit
While you out drawing a blank
Aye
Bitch you can't fuck with the gutter
Fuck with yk fuck with me
That's my brother
Aye
Bitch you can't fuck with the gutter
We boutta make it got green
Like a putter