Gangsta

(Uh-oh)

You say you affiliated but you never caught one

It's body counts around this b*tch and you ain't got one

On the sucker's side with this fully ridin' shotgun

And I been prayin' for a long time, it beat that hot one

They be like "D**n, homie,"yeah

They took your chain and you ain't blam, homie?

What the f**k wrong with you dudes?

I got this stick in my sweater

Play with glicky, no jammin'

Throw on my hoodie, no cameras

I poured a brick in this Fanta, then pour it out for the dead ones

I get your big dawg be headed

Ayy, that's on Jesus we steppin'

Landlord on the necklace

I put on for the section, it ain't no second guessing

Could've lost my life in these

Trenches, was given second chances, yeah

Ni**a, I'm a gangster, I done got my rank up

Lamborghini, 'Raris, when we poppin' out, we paid up

F**k I look like laid up?

How you think we came up?

All that gangster sh*t that ni**a's poppin', mostly made

My b*tch, she a A-plus, make her hold the banger

That's lil' bae, she gon' take the case and keep it gangster

Sh*t, clan we flamed up

Fully when I yank somethin'

Nigga play with anything I love, get yellow-taped up

I got milli's on milli's

Haha to the bank like it's silly

This P-hat don't stand for Philly

This sh*t Piru, do you feel me?

This sh*t forever, it's with me

Slime business, it's sticky

My life a movie, need Emmy's

I slide with it on me, don't tempt me

I got a problem, I know it

And I ain't 'fraid to show it

I sip the drank like it's water

I f**ked her raw, I be hoin'

My true colors be showin'

That sh*t red, it be glowin'

You hardly hood, you ain't gangster

B*tch, your hood disown you(uh-oh)

You hop on the 'Gram and talk that sh*t

My ni**as in the street, they spark that sh*t

The loudest man in the room get off

When you grew up in the streets, you was taught that sh*t

You ain't from the streets, never walked that sh*t

Or the P or the B, you know fall for it

The game don't know you, you soft as sh*t

Take his chain, f**k his b*tch

The Lamborghini, yeah, I bought that b*tch

Nine with a thirty on it and I brought this b*tch

Spit on the d*ck, toot it up from the back

Beat your ass-crack, yeah, I taught that b*tch

I buy her bags so often,

Her look can't be real, man, I bought this b*tch

Pop-pop-pop-pop you for a ni**a chain, I'ma have to spark this b*tch

Ni**a, I'm a gangster, I done got my rank up

Lamborghini, 'Raris, when we poppin' out, we paid up

F**k I look like laid up?

How you think we came up?

All that gangster sh*t that ni**a's poppin' mostly made

My b*tch, she a A-plus, make her hold the banger

That's lil' bae, she gon' take the case and keep it gangster

Sh*t, clan we flamed up

Fully when I yank somethin'

Ni**a play with anything I love, get yellow-taped up