paroles de chanson Guts - Cris Strife

Yeah I feel like a pigeon I came from the streets
But still get up and shit on you
I'm pullin' up and I'm pullin' the plug
On these fake ass plugs doing interviews
Pussies don't trap they just rappin' to cap
Bitch where I'm from that shit still gets you clapped
I don't condone it but your my opponent
And I don't make friends so yo head gettin' tapped
Bitch
Got me asking myself, "boy who fuckin' with you?"
Laughing at me but your money still funny?
You bought you a feature and still ain't recoup?
Hating on me is your one fucking purpose
But as long as that's workin' shit homie I'm cool
But bitch you want war we ain't doin' no shirts
Imma put that boy face on the tip of my boot

Reckless with abandon I do your band just like Griffith
Then I'm going berserk in your main bitches guts
They don't wanna listen unless I start to get ignorant
So I'm back in this bitch and I'm fresh out of fucks
Shoes is converse but we still cant converse
I could get yo ass hit for the price of some chucks
Threaten me? say you gon' skate on my block?
Bitch I rip with that stick get chu' hit with the trucks
Fuck love fuck trust I just want my funds up
Rappin' bout em cappin' how you trappin' with a trust fund?
No guns no drugs pussy shut the fuck up
Take 'em to the chop shop if he wann' get touched up
Look into my eyes and he faintin' like Izanami
Get them bitches wetter control the weather like Nami
That boy always flexin' he say his diamonds tsunami
Bitch I'm cuttin' all the snakes outta the grass with my Kusanagi
Shop at hot topic now you think you poppin'
I choke that lil' boy with his choker what's poppin'?
I pull up I'm rockin' all black like I'm gothic
But that shit is corny I'm tellin' y'all stop it
I feel like Chris Paul how I ball with them Rockets
I'm lit the fuck up like a fork in a socket
Yo bitch gon' pull it and twist it and bop it
I feel like I'm barney got yo baby boppin'