Gutta b*tch lyrics

[Webbie]
Look hop in my ride, stash this, hold that
Be cool turn the sound up and roll that
Now you my gutta b*tch, lil' momma don't get it twisted
No trippin', no house visits you know I got other b*tches
I mean it's plain and clear I'm a motherf*cking player
Don't worry about your teammates long as you straight and taken care of
Look here don't worry about me boo, just worry 'bout you
Follow my player ass rules and everything will go smooth
Just wait for me I'll be back I ain't gone be gone long bruh
Gotta make a couple rounds hold it down while I'm gone
This some gutta ass G sh*t girl I can't tell you I love you
But you ain't just another ho I kinda got feelings for ya
You just play you your part right don't slip and stay focused
Somebody might get laid off and you might get promoted
Been thuggin' like you suppose to, real to me vice versa
I know you won't get close, it ain't the time don't take it personal

[Hook]
You my gutta b*tch, who I'm with
When I'm in sh*t with my other b*tch
My other b*tch when my other b*tch be on some other sh*t
Like oh girl I need you to keep my secrets, man look
You my gutta b*tch who I'm with
When I'm in sh*t with my other b*tch
My other b*tch when my other b*tch be on some other sh*t
Like oh girl I need you to keep my secrets
[Webbie]
I'm a hustler
I ain't got much quality time to spend on what I'm saying
And then I'm split it in 10's
So like a man I'mma come but soon as I come in
Let me beat it cause ain't no telling when I'mma be leaving again
That's just me, that's how I play it
I lay the pole and roll
Cause I know no money trucks come to front doors
Now don't go and get it wrong
Thinking I'm actin funny
I can't give you to much time sh*t time is money
And if my main boo, knew
You just don't know what she'll do to you
Ooh she might go off and get to shootin' you so on the real
Keep it cool is what we gon' do
Uh, uh don't call me I'mma call you
You miss my call then f*ck it
Don't do that *67, call back or nothing
This down low pro sh*t, gotta be up to par
You gutta b*tch bet not get me caught

[Hook]

[Webbie]
See, you got a old man, I respect that
I ain't even gonna check that
Real sh*t and I expect to get the same sh*t back
You catch me and my old lady
Riding in my Cadillac
I don't wanna horn or honk
I don't want a smile to crack
You do that sh*t and I bet you that, we ain't gon' be smiling back
We might just swerve on yo ass straight up try to handle that
All right, you f*cking Webbie
No need for reppin'
I wanna f*ck her too so don't even tell ya best friend
Talking all that gangsta sh*t, really don't impress me
Keeping it on the down low, then I'll be impressed then
Don't even tell your damn self
It ain't nobody's business
What we do, where we go, how we come, where we been
[Hook]