Die A Gangsta

Free Bricks 2 (Zone 6 Edition)

Gucci Mane Future

歌词

Better hope you die a gangster, gangster, gangsta

Super, out of here, yeah

I hope you die a gangster

I hope you plan on game, there's too much blood on these fingers

Send out a headshot,

Put them O's in an asshole

I'm running on X pills,

I'm out of control

I'm running on X pills,

I'm out of control

What you do with my neck piece? Woah

I had to do my thing, I do my thing, I spread my wings

For Myesha, for Myesha,

I had a crush when you was real

We eat Benihanas for breakfast,

We got a chef at the crib

We got a semi auto, you the desperado,

This a ************' trip

Man I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off, somebody outta get killed

All of my instincts done told me that these ******, they ain't real

Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 in the whip, yeah

You can't even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

60 K on sip, 100 rounds in the clip

Somebody playin', they got spilt

Went I hit the set you better dip

Spit the block with the AK,

I heard everything got flipped

In one hour smoked a zip, it took me one hour, she got drip

Gram of kush in a leaf

Told you ****** I'm a beast

If you try your luck, it ain't sweet

I'ma put these ****** right beneath me

I make my way throughout the East

My plug 10 with the molly

I put your main in the knotty

I double barrel with the shotty

You pump fakin' with some riders

You lucky they ain't hit your mama

A lot of pain in my body

Got me smokin' *********

Pulled up in his side of trenches

Pulled up, get a ***** whacked

Pulled up, took a ***** ho

Pluto running through the racks

I hope you die a gangster

Man I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off, somebody outta get killed

All of my instincts done told me that these ******, they ain't real

Man I flew off on the scene,

I had 300 in the whip, yeah

You can't even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

Just got a Black Card... just to go in the wallet

Soon as I go in your jump? I'ma go in your pocket

They call me East Atlanta Santa,

I'ma **** up the profit

I'm the Grinch that stole Christmas,

I might go in your stocking

I'm talkin'. too cocky,

I got so much juice

My wrist is. too rocky, they done let Wop loose

I'm talkin' plug talk, this don't pertain to you

Cause I'm a trap astronaut,

I use ******* for fuel

You got a meetin' with my shooters, it's been arranged for you

I bust your head and celebrate, man this champagne's for you

You're talkin' gangster but you'se a lame, this ain't the lane for you

This FBG and 1017, this ain't the gang for you

It's Wop

I hope you die a gangster

Man I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off, somebody outta get killed

All of my instincts done told me that these ******, they ain't real

Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 in the whip, yeah

You can't even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah

专辑信息

6.Zone 6