Shark Guts

Brr, yeah
Uh, Machine, nigga
Bust a brick out the plastic
Whip it, stretch it like elastic (Whip up)
Let it dry, then bag it
Cut your phone on and get in traffic (We outside)
Keep a shooters that’s a habit
He gon' empty out his ratchet (Brr)
His pop got killed when he was sixteen
Turned that nigga to a savage
Mom smokin', she an addict
Brother doin' time in Dallas
Dropped out of all his classes
Fuck school, he just wanna whack shit
Reject 2, that’s a classic
Hall N Nash, that’s a classic
Hitler 1 through 7, all classic (What else?)
Griselda Ghost, that’s a classic (What else?)
FLYGOD, that’s a classic (Talk to 'em)
Awesome God, that’s a classic (What else?)
Tana Talk 3, that’s a classic (Ah)
Blientele, that’s a classic (Talk to 'em)
Plugs I Met, that’s a classic (Huh)
F.O.O.D 1 through 4, all classic
Look What I Became, that’s a classic
What Would ChineGun Do, that’s a classic (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
Brr, brr
You know, the bitches be on my body lately
Hahahaha
She said I smell like a meal ticket
She said I taste like a million bucks (Like a million bucks)
Said I probably knew her baby daddy (I don’t know that nigga)
But she told me I probably still could fuck (Hah)
Hmm (Hahahaha)
What more is left for me to do, uh? (I done did it all, nigga)
What more is left for me to do, uh? (I mean you see the bag I’m gettin' off
this shit, haha)
What more is left for me to do? (You see the Instagram, man, you see the
bitches I’m fuckin', nigga, and the cars I’m drivin')
What more is left for me to do?