Gut You

Gut You Lyrics

Whale, Shawn Mendes, Cage

[Copywrite]
I stay focused, f**k petty wars
Got too many issues already, not trying to subscribe to anymore
But do as little as utter, it's on
And I'm on E in the studio spittin' like Stutterin' John
We both from Columbus
Pay homage
Only cat that got rich from beef here is Dave Thomas
But you know, however you want it, I'll serve it
Whether too blunted or nervous
Get your crew hunted and murdered
Bleedin' on blocks
From the bottom up I stay sh*ttin'
Even on top
I still hold it down like a rape victim
Robbed your crib with my song blastin'
Switched your bong water with p*ss, your hash with your mom's ashes
I f**k raw with strange chicks
Won't shower, come home to my b*t*h, suck the same d**k
Me stop? You can slob this d**k
I won't quit till I look like I robbed Slick Rick

[Hook]
And we don't give a f**k what you want
For real, f**k you
Front, we will hunt you down, kill, then gut you

Put that pen down, you ain't sh*t
Mouth shut and hands up when we in this b*t*h

We don't give a f**k what you want
For real, f**k you
Front, we will hunt you down, kill, then gut you

Put that pen down, you ain't sh*t
Mouth shut and hands up when we in this b*t*h

[Cage]
Look
Let's clear the rumor that I won't
Stomp the tumor out your face to frost the gucci on the Puma's
Wordsmith, can't get it (?)
Need a refresher course on how to take a punch to the face
I'll beat the sh*t out of you in front you in front of your b*t*h
And beat the p*ss out your b*t*h and back you with my d**k
Pause your scene on stillframe, no stress lately
Got a trunk full of hoes and an ECS-80(?)
Bottle sittin' shotty, filled with dipped chronics
G-O-V know I'm like "f**k DC" like Marvel Comics
Jumped off a plane, stinkin' of Sole pus(?)
Said what I want cause the indy scene is so pu**y
How you want it? Movies for the blind or comics for the nearsighted
This New York, b*t*h, pay homage
Stop wastin' mine and the crowd's time
Thought you had beef, standing there with a cow spine

[Hook]
And we don't give a f**k what you want
For real, f**k you
Front, we will hunt you down, kill, then gut you

Put that pen down, you ain't sh*t
Mouth shut and hands up when we in this b*t*h

We don't give a f**k what you want
For real, f**k you
Front, we will hunt you down, kill, then gut you

Put that pen down, you ain't sh*t
Mouth shut and hands up when we in this b*t*h

[Camu Tao]
Let me brief you on the (?) myth
The nerds are tryin' to find a proper place to dump your p*ss
Ideal the sickest, (yeah n***a)
I'll kill your mistress
f**kin' with me, you'll end up playin' with them eels and fishes
Hit you with a six shooter from a two-seater
Hit you with 16 bars
This seem odd? (?) will hit you with 16 cars
You're gonna get held, you better be bringin' the heat
There's no way you can keep me tame
There's no thermostat that can keep this range
You ain't spittin' smart enough, n***a eat this brain
Scorchin' n***as and torchin' their rhymes
f**kin' with lies, I'm f**kin' with life
Remember with the war machine you're suffering twice
Have your b*t*h strung out on the table and f**k her with knives

[Hook]
And we don't give a f**k what you want
For real, f**k you
Front, we will hunt you down, kill, then gut you

Put that pen down, you ain't sh*t
Mouth shut and hands up when we in this b*t*h

We don't give a f**k what you want
For real, f**k you
Front, we will hunt you down, kill, then gut you

Put that pen down, you ain't sh*t
Mouth shut and hands up when we in this b*t*h

About Gut You

Gut You is taken from the album "My Sweet Valentine" by Whale, Shawn Mendes, Cage. It has a duration of 03:55. The genres of this track are: Grebo, Dance Pop, Pop, Post Teen Pop, Viral Pop.