Testo Gangsta - YG feat. Mozzy
Testo della canzone Gangsta (YG feat. Mozzy), tratta dall'album Kommunity Service
Uh-oh
You say you affiliated but you never caught one
It's body counts around this b- 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 "Damn, homie," yeah
They took your chain and you ain't blam, homie?
What the f- 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 beheaded
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
I'm a, I'm a gangster, I done got my rank up
Lamborghini, 'Raris, when we poppin' out, we paid up
F- I look like laid up?
How you think we came up?
All that gangster sh- that n- poppin', mostly made up
My b-, she a A-plus, make her hold the banger
That's lil' bae, she gon' take the case and keep it gangster
Cherry clan, we flamed up
Fully when I yank somethin'
N- 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- Piru, do you feel me?
This sh- 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- her raw, I be h-
My true colors be showin'
That sh- red, it be glowin'
You hardly hood, you ain't gangster
B-, your hood disown you (uh-oh)
You hop on the 'Gram and talk that sh-
My n- in the street, they spark that sh-
The loudest man in the room get off
When you grew up in the streets, you was taught that sh-
You ain't from the streets, never walked that sh-
Or the P or the B, you know fall for it
The game don't know you, you soft as sh-
Take his chain, f- his b-
The Lamborghini, yeah, I bought that b-
Nine with a thirty on it and I brought this b-
Spit on the d-, toot it up from the back
Beat your a-, yeah, I taught that b-
I buy her bags so often, her look can't be real, man, I bought this b-
Pop-pop-pop-pop you for a n- chain, I'ma have to spark this b-
I'm a, I'm a gangster, I done got my rank up
Lamborghini, 'Raris, when we poppin' out, we paid up
F- I look like laid up?
How you think we came up?
All that gangster sh- that n- poppin', mostly made up
My b-, she a A-plus, make her hold the banger
That's lil' bae, she gon' take the case and keep it gangster
Cherry clan, we flamed up
Fully when I yank somethin'
N- play with anything I love, get yellow-taped up
Credits
Writer(s): Curtis James Jackson, Keenon Daquan Ray Jackson, John Freeman, Quinton Lamar Cook, Altariq Samad Salaam Crapps, Timothy Cornell Patterson, David Marcellious Grear
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