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Quavø The $auce God - Guts! Guts! Guts! Guts! (Prod. Legend)

Follow me: https://linktr.ee/quavotsg Link to beat:    • [FREE FOR PROFIT] Nascar Aloe x Experiment...   Lyrics: $auce Gang, you already know Murder Gang shit, nigga Shout to 303, shout out to Ninja Kat Shout out Mayo The God Shout out my nigga Skim You already know what the fuck it is, bro You already know We gone make it out the fucking ‘plex with this one, nigga Shout out to my nigga Yxng RAGERR Bro, you know we bout to make it out this shit This bout to be a fucking banger, nigga On my fucking momma, bro On everything I fucking love, nigga On everything I hope y’all niggas enjoy this shit, bro Real shit, let’s fucking get it, nigga I ain’t got no label but I’m still out getting pay cuts We gone make out the ‘plex with this one, nigga, what’s up Racks on racks on racks up in my future, I’mma count to up Gold around neck, they got me looking like I’m King Tut Bitch I’m bout to spill yo fucking guts, guts, guts, guts Get down on yo knees and suck my nuts, nuts, nuts, nuts Run up in yo house and steal yo bucks, bucks, bucks, bucks Steal yo bitch and rearrange her guts, guts, guts, guts Open up your chest cavity I want to see ur guts Oh, I think I over did it I didn’t mean to hurt you, boy Get up out my face Cuz all you do is get me so annoyed I don’t need no army Test me, bitch, and you gone get destroyed Loose around the lips Keep talking, cops will never find you, boy Feeling hella groggy when I’m off that fucking melatonin Then my vision’s foggy when I mix it with some ibuprofen So who’s the fuck to blame You best not say my name You say it anyway Like it’s a fucking game So who’s the fuck to blame You best not say my name You say it anyway Well that’s a fucking game Inside this game we play Inside this game we play Inside this game we play Inside this game we play I ain’t got no label but I’m still out getting pay cuts We gone make out the ‘plex with this one, nigga, what’s up Racks on racks on racks up in my future, I’mma count to up Gold around neck, they got me looking like I’m King Tut Bitch I’m bout to spill yo fucking guts, guts, guts, guts Get down on yo knees and suck my nuts, nuts, nuts, nuts Run up in yo house and steal yo bucks, bucks, bucks, bucks Steal yo bitch and rearrange her guts, guts, guts, guts I ain’t got no label but I’m still out getting pay cuts We gone make out the ‘plex with this one, nigga, what’s up Racks on racks on racks up in my future, I’mma count to up Gold around neck, they got me looking like I’m King Tut Bitch I’m bout to spill yo fucking guts, guts, guts, guts Get down on yo knees and suck my nuts, nuts, nuts, nuts Run up in yo house and steal yo bucks, bucks, bucks, bucks Steal yo bitch and rearrange her guts, guts, guts, guts Guts, guts, guts, guts Guts, guts, guts, guts Guts, guts, guts, guts Guts, guts, guts, guts