Gudda Gudda lyrics

[Intro: Gudda Gudda]
It's Gudda Gudda
Yeah!
It's Gudda Gudda
Yeah!
It's Gudda Gudda...

[Verse 1: Gudda Gudda]
I get high!
Ridin' on this big ass tires
I'm so fly!
Ridin' in this big ass Five
I'm so high - puffin on this stank ass live
I'm so SQAD till the day a n*gga die!
I pull up at the club - all the b*tches grinnin *grinnin!*
When I stop and drop the top the wheels keep spinnin *spinnin!*
I'm off the chain!
Got a six-fo - red light - hit - the color change
Play the four dot --- six - Range, for days it rain
Listen mayne!
I show you how to do this sh*t!
Got the big truck sittin' on the Dooley Kit
Keep the big tool equipped for foolishness
Keep the fat doogey lit for whooziness
It's SQAD up - you know who's the sh*t
f*ck around and watch our fastest n*gga blooze ya click
We so serioouus!
pus*y n*ggas hatin cause they ho's feelin uuus!
It's young Jay Gutter, Gutter be the sh*t cuuuz!
[Hook: Gudda Gudda]
Gudda Gudda Gudda bein' suttin' wild
Gutter bein' suttin' wild
With some monster feet!
Gudda bein' suttin' wild
Gutter bein' suttin' wild
With some monster figures, with some monster fe!
Gutter Gutter bein' suttin' wild
Gutter bein' suttin' wild
With some monster figures, with some monster fe!
Gutter Gutter bein' suttin' wild
With some monster fe!
Gutter Gutter bein' suttin' wild
With some monster feet!

It's Gudda Gudda...it's Gudda Gudda!

[Gudda Gudda]
Sometimes I ride till I can't no mo
Benz Coupe, peanut butter seats, I ride with the to's
I'm on the block stuntin'!
All I ride is candy-paint, button!
b*tches love me cause I'm gutter and my pockets pudgy
n*ggas hate - I give they guts a muhf*ckin cuttin!
Trust me - the boy sharp, ya'll n*ggas rusty!
I'm still gutter - ride a bucket when a n*gga hustlin'
Later that night I'm in the truck with the dubbies stuntin'
We do it big, all you other n*ggas just be frontin
I'm on the block eyday, a n*gga still be pumpin
I'm Gutter Gutter till I'm dead and gone!
Big truck sittin high, yeah the blades is chrome!
I'm at the red liight!
I'm smokin' sticky-icky, bout to get my head tiight
Got a b*tch with me bout to give some head riite
Approach the boy - and catch a hot one in yo wiind pipe
It's Young Money till the day a n*gga dead riite!
[Hook]

[Gudda Gudda]
It's young Jay Jeezy, yeah!
The gutter man, give a f*ck about a notha man
I'm in the truck on them rubber bands
It feel good sittin proper!
The high yella boy is a rider!
Smokin' on that fire
But them 25's get me higher
One day I'mma tell Lil' Weezy "daddy, he say holla"
Ice around my coller - I'm too chained up!
In the back I got the chopper - I'm blue flamed up!
You can't follow - unless you got yo shoe game up
Weezy been doing this thing - now the crew came up
Im a true gangster - I do it - that all'd to it!
Lookin for the top of my wip, b*tch, I blew it!
Lookin at the sides of my kicks, n*gga, that's Deuces!
Lookin at the Glock on my hip n*gga, not trip n*gga!
I dip bigga - you see the wheels spinnin
n*gga (?????) my engines!

[Hook]

[Gudda Gudda]
Yeah - it's Gutter Gutter...
Yeah - it's Gutter Gutter...
Yeah - it's SQAD UP n*gga...
Gutter Gutter SQAD UP!
Holla back...

It's Gutter Gutter...

[Hook - fades towards ending]