K Camp - Guts lyrics

[Intro] (Section 8, you straight cookin' motherfu*ker) [Chorus: 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 (Hey, hey) You know I'm feelin' like [?], 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 Northside I'ma push it, I'ma go and hit the clutch Even though you su*k good dick and that ass 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 thе cut I can tell you wanna be a barbie You donе with your lips, now you workin' on your titties and your— (Yeah) [Post-Chorus: K CAMP] All these b*tches in the club and you ni**as wanna fight Ain't you lookin' like a su*ka? Yeah (Ooh, ooh) All these b*tches wanna fu*k, 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— [Verse 1: K CAMP] What you tell 'em? Yeah, you know the b*tch is a airhead I be droppin' bombs over [?], yeah (Yeah) Now I do it big like Khaled I remember sleepin' on a palate, yeah (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 Wintertime, Fendi on the jacket, yeah (Damn) Hell yeah, figured out a loophole Say you gettin' money, ni**a kudos, ooh, ooh fu*k '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 the Porsche for a two-door My left wrist colder than Pluto, ooh [Chorus: 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 (Hey, hey) You know I'm feelin' like [?], 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 Northside I'ma push it, I'ma go and hit the clutch Even though you su*k good dick and that ass 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 titties and your— (Yeah) [Post-Chorus: K CAMP & True Story Gee] All these b*tches in the club and you ni**as wanna fight Ain't you lookin' like a su*ka? Yeah (Ooh, ooh) All these b*tches wanna fu*k, 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— (Ooh, ooh, fu*k ni**a) [Verse 2: True Story Gee] Stackin' up the money, shawty, you are not important And I done loaded up on sticks like I'm 'bout to got to war (Brr) 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 your face on a shirt, your whole family gotta wear it Your hoe is my hoe, got bags in the Tahoe I pop too much sh*t, I cannot be embarrassed 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 fu*k with you for real I never showed you where I live, but you down at the 12 (Lil' b*tch) [Chorus: 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 (Hey, hey) You know I'm feelin' like [?], 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 Northside I'ma push it, I'ma go and hit the clutch Even though you su*k good dick and that ass 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 titties and your— (Yeah) [Post-Chorus: K CAMP] All these b*tches in the club and you ni**as wanna fight Ain't you lookin' like a su*ka? Yeah (Ooh, ooh) All these b*tches wanna fu*k, 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—