Gangsta

Hello, hello? Fuck rap, my daddy a gangsta

Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, weed

Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, G

Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, groove

Gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, gangsta, gangsta-gangsta, Q

Figg Side! (They want that gangsta shit)

Knock, knock-knock, knock-knock, uhh (Gangsta shit, gangsta shit)

Knock, knock-knock, knock-knock, YAWK (Gangsta shit, gangsta shit)

Knock, knock-knock, knock-knock, YAWK (Gangsta shit, gangsta shit)

What it do, young niggas? What it do, young bitches?

I got my drink in my cup, I got my Backwood, no Swishers

And bitch, I'm faded, fucking faded, yeah, I'm famous

What? I'm famous, fucking famous, nigga I made it!

When I was broke, I got me that nine

With my nine, I hit me that lick

And then with that lick, it came with that yola

With that yola, it came with your bitch

And see now your bitch, she gon' work on that corner

I don't care if that ho got pneumonia

Give me racks and you won't get a quarter

She don't run game, I'm the only controller

So what's up now? Straight pimpin' over here

Put that shit on burst, nigga

I be checking ass all on the curb, nigga

You could tell that she fucking with a Figg nigga

What it is, nigga? Perrier Jouet Rosé, I might relocate

Out of my mind, this world, I'm hot, gotdammit, I'm fly

(Yay-yay) My grandma showed me my first strap

My nigga Rat-Tone always had the fliest gats, I finally got mine dirt nap

Real niggas don't die homeboy, we multiply

Shit, come around my town you clown, that's suicide

My momma said don't be that, that little nigga that sold crack

Gangbanger that street jack, always trying to figure where the beef at

Knock-knock your brain on the doormat, bitch nigga, what you call that?

We on block patrol, nigga fuck your roll, got the gat on me

Nigga look, it's right here, bulldog bark, you could die right here

Real gangsta niggas don't have no fear, real niggas never tattoo their tears

Hopping out of vans, disturbing your plans, all hoodied up, no Wu-Tang Clan

Three J's letting off through that Aryan, call that bitch 3 for 10

I'm fucking up the streets again, tags on the toes all amongst your friends

Let the barrell spin, get blended in, embrace the funk

Groovy as I'm running through your system

Seem like you only target Hindu victim

Red dot, chicken pox type symptoms

Sad day, had his whole family sickened

Trying to state the facts, we don't care if he elect you black, we got a strap

Gangsta shit, shooting me if I'm broke or rich, I got a bitch

Ain't sober, kush odor, kush soda's, crip stoner

Real soldier, head off shoulders, makeover