Jeantalon - Gutta Lyrics

Jt is about to wreck your shit (Ay)
Jt, Jt, Jt, oh, what the f*ck did I miss? (Ay)
Jt, Jt, Jt, this about to be a hit (Ay, ay, ay)
Bitch!

Jeantalon is in the cut
Y'all don't know what the f*ck is up
I be on my shit, no f*cking luck
Hold my phone, I'm about to get buck
I don't wanna talk, I wanna f*ck
I sit on your face, then we f*ck
Y'all n****s be talking like ducks, like

Quack-quack, quack-quack
Talking that shit, yakitiyak
Y'all n****s ain't shit, I never text back
I know I'm a Kween and that's a big fact (Ass, ass)

Got a big Ass
Got little tiddies, but got a big Ass
I know you wish you could only eat that
But you're vegetarian, don't even ask

Cause I only eat peanut butter and jelly
But look at your n****a, he got me that Henny
And Me and Myself we gon' hit up a millie
Look at your bitch, she be butthurt and jelly

Gimme a minute, f*ck up the digits
Gimme a minute, f*ck up the digits
I f*ck up the Gram and I f*ck up your n****a
I pose for the Gram and I pose for the bitches

I only eat peanut butter and jelly
But look at your n****a, he got me that Henny
Me and Myself we gon' hit up a millie
Look at your bitch, she be butthurt and jelly

Gimme a minute, f*ck up the digits
Gimme a minute, f*ck up the digits
I f*ck up the Gram and I f*ck up your n****a
I pose for the Gram and I pose for the bitches

I wrote that song when I was overseas
Only took me a day when I was on the beach
I'mma be twerkin, I love when he sees
Finna be watching my Instastories
Two fake accounts, spying on me
N****s front 'til I leave 'em on ''seen''
Don't give a f*ck about no PhDs
I bring up the heat to a hundred degrees

I slay, I slay, haters 'gon hate
N****s be mad, I'm feeling great
I slay, I slay, haters 'gon hate
N****s be mad, they hair turning gray

And I said what I said, and I do what I do
And if you're mad about it, then that's on you
(That's on you)

Cause, 'cause
Cause I only eat peanut butter and jelly
But look at your n****a, he got me that Henny
And Me and Myself we gon' hit up a millie
Look at your bitch, she be butthurt and jelly

Gimme a minute, f*ck up the digits
Gimme a minute, f*ck up the digits
I f*ck up the Gram and I f*ck up your n****a
I pose for the Gram and I pose for the bitches

I slay, I slay, haters 'gon hate
N****s be mad, I'm feeling great
I slay, I slay, haters 'gon hate
N****s be mad, they hair turning gray

And I said what I said, and I do what I do
And if you're mad about it, then that's on you
That's on you, boo

Cause, 'cause

It's Gutta, Gutta, Gutta zone
But you 'gon stay in the friend, in the friendzone
Ay
Gutta, Gutta, Gutta zone
But you remain in the motherf*cking friendzone, n****a

Wassup?