[Lyric] Straight Facts Freestyle (Gutta (Waterz))

[Intro]
Ayo Cash punch me in man
Target acquired
Mason

[Verse: Gutta]
Let me tell you a story
I'm from Southside with the set, unruly
Naughty, surely
There won't be a time where I don't feel poorly
I love my bro cause he'll kill for me (my bro)
Drill for real, we don't drill for stories
You ain't my guy if you tell them stories (snitch)
A's up? A's down right now
He should be here but you gassed him up (you did)
He spoke on bro got ghost
Back to the trap, let me gas him up
Smoke that blunt, add some runtz
Try bang up so we smoked that cunt
The music's weak cah half of thеir team got smoked
But they still namе drop on beats
Had a 2 and a Q, 15 on the streets
By the time I was done I thought I was rich
Bitch, this shit ain't fun got two in the back, I'm gone if they spin this whip
Fed chase and the whip backflipped
Gather my breath, decamp and dip (dash)
Bro caught that pussy and left him drowning
No fountain he was swimming in blood
I'm back, don't worry it's a minor setback
Talk about Culps, and we'll talk about get backs
Get sent back we're the 1sides rep that
Bro revved that, we got him and meant that
We score points and then don't pay no homage
Smoking drugs, should've been at college
2 man deep, L2 and me
Let me shout Wands and make it 3
They say I picked sides with the IC3's
But they don't know shit, 'cause this shit runs deep

These indictments got me off my feet
Rashies, vape pens, let me sip my tea
Canteen to the landing, I was stressin' g
But shout out bro, he was scraping me (my brother)
The verbal abuse ain't hurting me, cuz I know what we've done to your team (you do)
The same place where they shot Straight Facts, is the same place where he got packed
They still got chat, I don't check my snap
The block empty and its been like that
Fly these packs, cook these racks
We did it again and we taped their flats
We did it again and he got packed and its M who got packed, like shit
Let me talk my shit, pellets flying when we got down Blitz
You was stuck with a bitch, I was patterning bits
Four 9, 18, Free 6ix
Lil bros done known for his cheffings
Free CWapz cuz he's known to shoot
How many opps got done, hung boots?
And now the AG yutes want to hide the truth (hide that)
Can't change the past, looked back and I laugh when broski plunged it into that yute
4 plus 3, minus 2, where still riding like a bicycle
She told me that she loves me, if you love me will you hold this tool
Cool, lets take it slow like no, yo
How long can you hold this call? (how long)
Late night calls, sneaky to freaky, want to link me, anywhere she'll go

When I was in Jail, the real prevailed
The ones that fell I forgive you as well
[I won't back down my boy for a girl?]
And I don't smoke front straps as well

[Outro: Gutta]
No front straps
I don't smoke no front straps
Fuck the paigons
Fuck the opps
Fuck a fake friend
I got my team behind me
Free the guys in Jail, half of the team lifed off
Gang