Gutta - Give Them Hell lyrics

[Hook] They say I'm flyer then a pelican Higher than I ever been Give them all hell make them say who let the devil in b**h I'm eating well like a vegetarian Time to show these n***as that they f**ing with a veteran [Verse 1: Gutta] They say my lyrics got magic Ain't that some tragic Comin' round n***as hood with these black skee mask See Im a rider ask any n***a round in my hood I keep my Glock co*ked up cause I'm ready to cook This for these n***a that told me I would never succeed I tell these n***as they losin' cause they worried bout me I'm popping collars gettin' dollar and blowin' good tree Ain't no n***a age range f**in' with me They say I truly gave them hell when I step on the scene Occupations get money and that rapping my dream I said I'm fly b**h I'm getting high b**h I'm just a real young n***a getting hood rich [Hook] [Verse 2: Young Craw] I do my dirt solo these n***as done told on me I got my shooter with me they run that sack up getting money This ain't a faze we do it all year 365 Chasing them white dummies You ain't know we got it homie f** them n***as that hated look at me now n***a I'm f**ing them hoes and I done learnt all the damn numbers I'm talking big sack, Run it back,Smoke that, Roll that,High stat Picture frame now catch that I don't do the swagger I just do me And I ain't tryin' to hear that sh** like the deaf be Run that sack up lined in the street But a f** n***a ain't gone roll over on me [Hook] [Verse 3: Doc] My swag got me on Mars Yep, always up to par Doc the Don a star b**h So salute me or be gone I got that sick wit it flows I mean that spit it k** it flows I mean that if I point my finger then you know your caspers ghost I'm on the shine why haters merely glow I got that take your b**h game I kick fire to these hoes Way higher then you hoes Way more flyer then you hoes I'm Mr. Meet that p**y Treat that p**y Then it's time to go, I'm Gone