Uno-Mf, Gutta Boi - Rehab Lyrics

These bitches love me and they love how they get no love back
Know I'm on my shit like a diaper be on a rugrat
I don't like to give but i'll give you the business quick fast
Only time I really donate is when I give drugs back
Started loosing my mind took a second to relax
Only had a minute until my plays made me relapse
Seen you at the start my nigga I just took three laps
I was pacing my speed you tired holding yo knee cap
While you holding yo legs I was catching a good breeze
Running through the trap never caught but I caught the good cheese
Running through the sewers and leaves mace shots from police
And still on my shit like I'm living proof you can proof read

Brothers running on wild nature the one and only
And I don't rock bandanas can't let no colors control me
Came from the bottom I'm locked down like a low key
You say that we was friends in the past, but that's the old me
I don't like to drive, I'm getting high in the back dawg
And I can probably ride forever with all this gas y'all
All my shit authentic no I don't know how to act dawg
Mister postman the way that I get this pack off
I be high all the time don't never know when I'm sober
If I chill to long then the voices start taking over
Uno like them bitches that's Bi because I'm bipolar
And I don't stress like you niggas do cus ima just roll up
I don't rock a Jesus piece cuz I'm a piece of Jesus
I never lost a fight cuz I be sparing with demons
Headband tied up I'm ready better believe it
I be watching anime smoking I'm on that geek shit

These bitches love me and they love how they get no love back
Know I'm on my shit like a diaper be on a rugrat
I don't like to give but i'll give you the business quick fast
Only time I really donate is when I give drugs back
Started loosing my mind took a second to relax
Only had a minute until my plays made me relapse
Seen you at the start my nigga I just took three laps
I was pacing my speed you tired holding yo knee cap

The money coming fast, but fuck it I need it faster
I'm a young nigga like Cap, legendary like it's backwards
They say money don't grow on trees, fuck it grow it out the ground then
Harvest season over, got the smoke by the pound in
Get yo pussy ass hit motha fucking broad day
My Glock straight bussing off the rip bitches skip the foreplay
Wasn't even gone speak to that bitch but aye lil momma whore hey
Officer she was already geeking I ain't no Bill Cosby
Gutta