uh nigga you re gutted your paper on a budget you ain t got a pot to piss in no bucket you niggas call ass on facts you can t cover your homie got bread but you dead luggage tommy tucker neighborhood sucka your baby mama duck ya your bitches won t fuck ya you petty thief your name is don t trust ya better stay out them peoples store fore the cops cuff ya david ruffin eddie kane puffer nights like this you wish for bread and butter the raindrops fall on your head with no umbrella fella eh you re broke you re busted you re gutted you gutted yeah yeah you gutted you talking bout that bread but your bread ain t buttered yeah yeah you gutted uh uh you gutted you talking ace of spades but you balling on a budget yeah yeah you gutted yeah yeah you gutted you see us vip gold bottles in them buckets yeah you gutted yeah yeah you gutted when the roc boys in the house open bar we got it covered bitch you re gutted your whole twist fucked up your knees stay scuffed up from sucking that nut up just to get a buck to get your hair did done up your manicuring refill them bare feet cheap heels or them dollar store chinese slippers your weave track slippin kitchen full of dishes house full of bb s kids that stay shitting baby bottle empty your rent check missing you rock gucci this and that but your kids bummy you letting strangers claim them for income tax money you need a whole foot in your ass that shit you pulling you weekend looker you hooker you gutted you gutted yeah yeah you gutted you talking bout that bread but your bread ain t buttered yeah yeah you gutted uh uh you gutted you talking ace of spades but you balling on a budget yeah yeah you gutted yeah yeah you gutted you see us vip gold bottles in them buckets yeah you gutted yeah yeah you gutted when the roc boys in the house open bar we got it covered  you just gon fake it til you make it huh rented houses on mtv you tapin them fine hoes in your videos you drapin them green screens of the projects you safe in them fine cars in your videos you pay for them shit i can t knock your hustle though you make it fun dear rappers you been fooling the public people starting to think y all real do something see what we do when niggas do 200 it s on like the platinum to us chew snuff em back to life you re not reality your salary is like celery we eatin over here nigga you re like salad to me get your weight up get your steak up those little acres get your estate up to face us you re gon need an island it s imaginary players take 2000 you re gutted you gutted yeah yeah you gutted you talking bout that bread but your bread ain t buttered yeah yeah you gutted uh uh you gutted you talking ace of spades but you balling on a budget yeah yeah you gutted yeah yeah you gutted you see us vip gold bottles in them buckets yeah you gutted yeah yeah you gutted when the roc boys in the house open bar we got it covered you gutted yeah yeah you gutted you talking bout that bread but your bread ain t buttered yeah yeah you gutted uh uh you gutted you talking ace of spades but you balling on a budget yeah yeah you gutted yeah yeah you gutted 1