Gutta Beats - Maybe lyrics

b**h I'm the sh**, B-b**h I'm the sh** b**h I'm the sh**, B-b**h I'm the sh** b**h I'm the sh**, B-b**h I'm the sh** Repeat it to yo' b**h, Tell yo' b**h I'm the sh** I'm so dis-disrespectful Ask them b**hes that you next to Prolly hit it if I met you I don't remember none of yall names This ain't legal in yo' state This that fire arm, that cherry balm I light in yo' face Mr. Edison, I put it on That j**elry in my safe, now yo' vison gone,my bad my dawg I'm sippin' on that case, Michael Kohrs on my face, so watch yo' step n***a What, you deaf n***a ? Don't you ever greet me with yo' f**in' left n***a All, all tinted up I can spot you way quicker I'm in the fashion district Polo, f** that Hilfiger Yeah Maybe you some bullsh** And I talk that real sh** I'm bout' to hit that k** switch And burn this b**h like chili I'm ill, and it's so evident I just threw my evidence In the crowd, I don't give a sh** Too many people just got them tips I'm hoggin Slim, skinny n***a doe, ballin' Pay cash for the cashmere, Ralph Lauren, Carlton Your just a square in the office Arlis, I'mma need a agent I'm spalding Bi-Big donkey bu*t She could be my target I pinned the tail, I did it well, well done, so applaud me This beat got me joggin' Easy for a caveman I'm inline, you talkin' Cooler than my Ray-Bans Darker shades, rain man Get the cash, rain man k**a' J's, Space Jam The muthaf**in' Son of Sam Pull up in that all white ice box Hottest out the sweat shop Pull a bear, mink out n***a I'm the muthaf**in' truth You ain't't notice what I do You don't do this how I do I be rollin', 3x2 That's that BM-Dub 6 Coupe Yeah I got that photoproof Photobooth, no photoshop Red beans, I'm super hot Wait till my album drops n***a