Guts Lyrics – K Camp

Guts Lyrics by K Camp

We done linked up, we done had a few drinks
And the next thing you know, I was in her guts
Heard you a freak and you heard I’m a freak
You know I’m feelin’ like Greek, gotta get them bucks

Counted up again and I counted up again
And I counted up again and it still ain’t enough
I done came up, they don’t like that sh#t
Still poppin’ my sh#t, you don’t like it, so what

I just hopped off 75, now I’m on the north side
I’ma push it, I’ma gon’ hit the clutch
Even though you suck good dick and that #ss real fat
You got blocked ’cause you do too much

Standin’ on the couch with a pocket full of money and a bottle in my hand
I can see you in the cut
I can tell you wanna be a barbie
You done with your lips, now you workin’ on your t#tt#es and your

All these b#tches in the club and you n#gg#s wanna fight
Ain’t you lookin’ like a sucka? Yeah
All these b#tches wanna f#ck, yellow diamonds on me
Wrist lookin’ mustard, yeah

All this money in the world and you beefin’ ’bout a b#tch
That’s a trait of a buster, yeah
All this money in the world and you beefin’ ’bout a b#tch
That’s a trait of a

What you tell ’em?
Yeah, you know the b#tch is a air head
I be droppin’ bombs over Baghdad, yeah
Now I do it big like Khaled

I remember sleepin’ on a palate, yeah
If you want the pressure you can have it
Told shawty hit me on the gadget, yeah, (Pull up)
Had to put the foreign in traffic

Winter time Fendi on the jacket, yeah (Damn)
Hell yeah, figured out a loop hole
Say you gettin’ money, n#gg# kudos, ooh, ooh
f#ck ’em in a group that’s a duo

Shawty real sweet like a churro, ooh, ooh
I remember eatin’ Ramen noodles
sh#t I still eat the noodles, ooh, ooh
Traded in the Porsche for a two door

Left wrist colder than pluto, ooh, ooh
We done linked up, we done had a few drinks
And the next thing you know, I was in her guts
Heard you a freak and you heard I’m a freak

You know I’m feelin’ like Greek, gotta get them bucks
Counted up again and I counted up again
And I counted up again and it still ain’t enough
I done came up, they don’t like that sh#t

Still poppin’ my sh#t, you don’t like it, so what
I just hopped off 75, now I’m on the north side
I’ma push it, I’ma gon’ hit the clutch
Even though you suck good dick and that #ss real fat

You got blocked ’cause you do too much
Standin’ on the couch with a pocket full of money and a bottle in my hand
I can see you in the cut
I can tell you wanna be a barbie

You done with your lips, now you workin’ on your t#tt#es and your
All these b#tches in the club and you n#gg#s wanna fight
Ain’t you lookin’ like a sucka? Yeah
All these b#tches wanna f#ck, yellow diamonds on me

Wrist lookin’ mustard, yeah
All this money in the world and you beefin’ ’bout a b#tch
That’s a trait of a buster, yeah
All this money in the world and you beefin’ ’bout a b#tch

That’s a trait of a (f#ck n#gg#)
Stackin’ up the money, shawty, you are not important
I done loaded up on sticks like I’m about to got to war
Everything I rock be custom, I don’t go into stores

They ain’t lookin’ for no vibe, if they play I’ma slide
Made lil’ shawty touch her toes, she know I’m somewhere with the bros
And I don’t really like to brag, I gotta whole ‘lotta cash
Put some paper on your head like a temporary tag

Now yo face on a shirt, yo whole family gotta wear it
Yo hoe is my hoe, got bags in the Tahoe
I pop so much sh#t, I cannot be embarrased
Ran up a whole ‘lotta money, why they start actin’ funny?

I don’t know, if it’s smoke, I’ma clear it
My diamonds dance, it’s just water
I swear, I done came from the dirt, b#tch, I look like a check
Rockin’ Cartier, I can’t f#ck with you for real

I never showed you where I live, but you down at the 12, b#tch
We done linked up, we done had a few drinks
And the next thing you know, I was in her guts
Heard you a freak and you heard I’m a freak

You know I’m feelin’ like Greek, gotta get them bucks
Counted up again and I counted up again
And I counted up again and it still ain’t enough
I done came up, they don’t like that sh#t

Still poppin’ my sh#t, you don’t like it, so what
I just hopped off 75, now I’m on the north side
I’ma push it, I’ma gon’ hit the clutch
Even though you suck good dick and that #ss real fat

You got blocked ’cause you do too much
Standin’ on the couch with a pocket full of money and a bottle in my hand
I can see you in the cut
I can tell you wanna be a barbie

You done with your lips, now you workin’ on your t#tt#es and your
All these b#tches in the club and you n#gg#s wanna fight
Ain’t you lookin’ like a sucka? Yeah
All these b#tches wanna f#ck, yellow diamonds on me

Wrist lookin’ mustard, yeah
All this money in the world and you beefin’ ’bout a b#tch
That’s a trait of a buster, yeah
All this money in the world and you beefin’ ’bout a b#tch

That’s a trait of a
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K Camp Lyrics – Guts

K Camp

Guts