Lyrics
Uh huh
I got my guts & glamour
Huh, yeah
Went got my guts & glamour
Huh, yeah yeah
Ones on my feet, walking on air
Sounding like country grammar
Never complained, needed change
Went got these guts & glamour
Aint been around, aint seen shit
No you can't touch the hammer
Pointing the blame, that's the game
Still got my guts & glamour
I never ran out on bitches
Imma keep talking til its nothing left
Friday night in my Pinky bag
Say another word or take one step
Dropping on rappers head tops
Now they got me sounding like Funk Flex
I got everything I need already
Thinking about what I want next
Fuck boys want to fuck me over
Shit a sin, must love sex
Made examples out of many things
So I don't think you want to come test
Always talking about y'all city
I aint ask you bitches where you from yet
Shit come easy when its meant to be
That's why this never seem complex
Ones on my feet, walking on air
Sounding like country grammar
Never complained, needed change
Went got these guts & glamour
Aint been around, aint seen shit
No you can't touch the hammer
Pointing the blame, that's the game
Still got my guts & glamour
Burberry my coat
No I don't boast
I done seen both sides
It takes time when its worth something
That's why I been on a slow ride
Most the ones I knew could've been someone
Problem is, they don't try
Big wave, bitches low tide
Me I get it done in no time
How I fry beats up like a pork rind
Im just showing where my thoughts lay
Im the truth, bitches all lies
Honey welcome to the dark side
Fuck around & get hog tied
Im the boss, not the fall guy