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I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda

I’m Gudda, Gudda

I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda

I got high the rest of all

Yeah, I got that bottle

I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda

I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda

I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda

Got high the rest of all

Yeah, I got that bottle

Gudda, pocket full of paper

Back on my garage and try to do something to my neighbors

Pour duce up to the big race, money got me with a big hand

I’m too good, I’m for life, until I’m laying in a ditch day

Pistol in my jeans, don’t make me point it at your big head

Most you niggas is bitch made, my guns look like in 5th grade

I guess to it, I just do it, last track and I just abused it

20−20 vision, I see money and I get to it

20 care in my livers, Imma blow it all at the dice game

Can’t take it with me when I die, that’s why I’m just living my life, man

Wood grain on my steering wheel, pinky ring on my right hand

Twenty thou' my closet and my pistol on my night stand, I’m Gudda

I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda

I’m Gudda, Gudda

I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda

I got high the rest of all

Yeah, I got that bottle

I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda

I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda

I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda

Got high the rest of all

Yeah, I got that bottle

To the streets I’m on my Gudda shit

With my brother Gudda, we on that Gudda shit

Two two’s on me, don’t make me aim ‘em at you

Rear flaming flat, you’re just a flaming faggot

My money enough, I don’t do some tracking

No moving scrap bitch, but I’m about that action

Rare Bentley, rare chucks, got the redneck cops on my head, fuck

I did jail and I ain’t trying go back

Gave my lawyer ten racks and told a whole lie

East side, that’s where we rap

So don’t make me introduce you to the bottom of the tag

Bitch, I’m Gudda

I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda

I’m Gudda, Gudda

I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda

I got high the rest of all

Yeah, I got that bottle

I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda

I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda

I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda

Got high the rest of all

Yeah, I got that bottle

Okay, I’m Gudda like the balling and the east side is my turf

Air hoes in the tacket, make you whistle like a nerf

I come straight out my own room, pronounce the real nigga at birth

Got my riffle in this rap shit and my left foot on a turf

So Imma mix them both together and Imma play it for what is worth

Hoping for the best, but I prepare for the worst

Mama told me «don't be scared, so if you’re scared, go to church»

Put the money on your head and prepare for rehearse

We pull a lie from the bottom of the gutter

Niggas think they’re fly while I fly in a chopper

Man, I’m laughing at you suckers for the lies that you otter

Imma let these niggas know one more time that I’m Gudda

Bitch, I’m Gudda

I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda

I’m Gudda, Gudda. I'm Gudda, I’m Gudda

I got high the rest of all

Yeah, I got that bottle

I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda

I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda

I’m Gudda, I’m Gudda

Got high the rest of all

Yeah, I got that bottle

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