Comethazine

Comethazine – GUSHER GUTS Lyrics

GUSHER GUTS Lyrics by Comethazine


B***h, yuh, ayy, b***h
(Is that Shoki on the beat?)
I just left London, I just left London
Ayy, yuh, (b***h, yuh), ayy, ayy, ooh

I just left London, my money thumbin’
Double streaks on these on these bands like it’s nothin’
’38 to the gut made ’em vomit
Sorry lil’ n***a you had this s**t comin’
Catch him with ’em that’s the end of discussion
You got strawberry guts, he burst like a gusher
N****s want beef I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him shoot a shot at his sweatshirt
I just left London, my money thumbin’
Double streaks on these on these bands like it’s nothin’
’38 to the gut made ’em vomit
Sorry lil’ n***a you had this s**t comin’
Catch him with ’em that’s the end of discussion
You got strawberry guts, he burst like a gusher
N****s want beef I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him shoot a shot at his sweatshirt

The whole damn gang, dumb, dumb and dumbass
Pull up on dem and I’m letting the gun blast
I got like 45 left in this Glock
This is my mop and it holds 50 shots
I took that lambo right off of the lot
Did the dash, I had to run from the cops
Double the cup that I’m pourin’ the drop and drink it fast b***h I be sippin’ a lot
Put fifty-thousand dollars on a watch
Spent the bag just to look down at this clock
Watch me turn up on these n****s
Got ’em mad now they wishin’ a n***a would stop
When I run down on a n***a
I do ’em bad, now I knock his a*s right out his socks
Don’t try to climb me lil’ n***a
You wasting your time and I wish that you n****s would stop

I just left London, my money thumbin’
Double streaks on these on these bands like it’s nothin’
’38 to the gut made ’em vomit
Sorry lil’ n***a you had this s**t comin’
Catch him with ’em that’s the end of discussion
You got strawberry guts, he burst like a gusher
N****s want beef I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him shoot a shot at his sweatshirt
I just left London, my money thumbin’
Double streaks on these on these bands like it’s nothin’
’38 to the gut made ’em vomit
Sorry lil’ n***a you had this s**t comin’
Catch him with ’em that’s the end of discussion
You got strawberry guts, he burst like a gusher
N****s want beef I got ketchup and mustard
Pull up on him shoot a shot at his sweatshirt


COMETHAZINE LYRICS

Bawskee 2 (2019)

01. ONMYGRANNYKIDS
02. I BE DAMNED
03. BENJAMIN COUNTER
04. NONSENSE
05. HIPPOPOTAMUS
06. HOW DO YOU DO?
07. 4 POUND
08. GUSHER GUTS
09. DeMAR DeROZAN
10. WINE & DINE

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.