Gutta Boy Allstar Will (Ft. YoungBoy Never Broke Again)

[Intro: Allstar Will]
Trap shit, no wack shit, nigga
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Allstar Will]
I pull up and spray up your block (block)
You niggas be hatin' a lot (a lot)
My niggas be playin' with pots (whip)
The fuck you was thinkin' about?
Bitch, I can't let you play on my top
Can't tell me nothin', I'm chasin' this guap (uh uh)
Pay four for a hundred, that make it a bop
Quit wastin' your time, bitch, I'm makin' mines count
Got some bands in my pockets, I ball
Know these haters just wish I would fall
I was stuck on the block [?]
Took some time off, had to see my dogs
Now I'm up, and bitch it's pressure
Strictly business, nothin' extra (nothin' else)
I take your bitch and undress her
Walk through the door see my gun on the dresser (ugh)

[Bridge: Allstar Will]
You know I come from the gutter, boy
Got a nina on me, she'll fuck a boy
You know I run up them hundreds, boy
Pass a bitch down, you a lover boy
You know I come from the gutter
Ain't come up with you, then fuck you (fuck you)
You cross the line, I'ma touch you
Don't care about if I love you
I get them pounds on a muscle
Put sixty rounds in the [?] (yeah, yeah)
I put sixty rounds on your brother (bow, bow, bow, bow, bow)