[Intro]
N'ahahaha
Aye, niggas hear beats like this and uh automatically think love songs
But uh, what we fin' to do, I'm 'bout to talk about the shit I love, you know what I mean?
This gangsta shit, this street shit, this thug shit, this money shit, this gun shit
You know what I mean?
Aye!
[Verse]
Who shot ya? Shit, probably one of my partners
Got you sitting in them cold rooms talking to do doctors
Detectives, please don't start tellin' like the rest of these niggas
I got bulletproof foreigns and a Tec for these niggas
Flooded ice, get into the chilly
Tryna turn five hundred into five hundred milli-
I'm so into this life that I'd probably never change
I wanna shit on these niggas while I keep getting paid
Tell a bitch, "Fuck off. You fucked up," Rubbing success in her face
I'm handling business, I ain't doing much
Let these niggas know I been buying pistols, I ain't running to niggas
Just hear about me drumming these niggas, ah
I'm a gangster, to me it ain't no limit
You ain't got shit to die for, you shouldn't be livin'
Nigga live just to hit the block
You might see me on foot, you might see flying in a new car
Three O's at the end of two hundred, that's the price tag
I risked it all so let me enjoy my bag
I see the looks on these niggas faces
Don't nobody wanna build, niggas just wanna come and claim shit
Fuck the lame shit, one-ten lane switch
Pour out a little 'nac, his brother brains missing
Oh, you losing? I ain't sorry to hear it
If it ain't one of my niggas, then it ain't none of my business
Keep your hands in your own pocket before I get you
Niggas swing this chopper and it's gon' flip you
My Goyard belt, only used to hold the pistol
Back in the day, I was the G homie's missile
Now them niggas laugh at my fashion, jeans got a little skinny
I'm a GQ nigga, Ruth Chris, no Denny's
The streets gon' talk when I bust this Lamborghini
[?] and patron, eating chicken panini
Nigga, that's mob shit, we drug dealing, pimping, and robbing shit
Now the cops starstruck when they spot a Crip
Man of my word but some words ain't worth keeping
Shit I learned while I was growing up in these streets
Sex, money, and violence, I'm so into this shit
Nigga, I love my environment, really living this shit
Yellow tape and cracking safes
Spend a million cash for my niggas that done passed away
I'm so into this
N'ahahaha
Aye, niggas hear beats like this and uh automatically think love songs
But uh, what we fin' to do, I'm 'bout to talk about the shit I love, you know what I mean?
This gangsta shit, this street shit, this thug shit, this money shit, this gun shit
You know what I mean?
Aye!
[Verse]
Who shot ya? Shit, probably one of my partners
Got you sitting in them cold rooms talking to do doctors
Detectives, please don't start tellin' like the rest of these niggas
I got bulletproof foreigns and a Tec for these niggas
Flooded ice, get into the chilly
Tryna turn five hundred into five hundred milli-
I'm so into this life that I'd probably never change
I wanna shit on these niggas while I keep getting paid
Tell a bitch, "Fuck off. You fucked up," Rubbing success in her face
I'm handling business, I ain't doing much
Let these niggas know I been buying pistols, I ain't running to niggas
Just hear about me drumming these niggas, ah
I'm a gangster, to me it ain't no limit
You ain't got shit to die for, you shouldn't be livin'
Nigga live just to hit the block
You might see me on foot, you might see flying in a new car
Three O's at the end of two hundred, that's the price tag
I risked it all so let me enjoy my bag
I see the looks on these niggas faces
Don't nobody wanna build, niggas just wanna come and claim shit
Fuck the lame shit, one-ten lane switch
Pour out a little 'nac, his brother brains missing
Oh, you losing? I ain't sorry to hear it
If it ain't one of my niggas, then it ain't none of my business
Keep your hands in your own pocket before I get you
Niggas swing this chopper and it's gon' flip you
My Goyard belt, only used to hold the pistol
Back in the day, I was the G homie's missile
Now them niggas laugh at my fashion, jeans got a little skinny
I'm a GQ nigga, Ruth Chris, no Denny's
The streets gon' talk when I bust this Lamborghini
[?] and patron, eating chicken panini
Nigga, that's mob shit, we drug dealing, pimping, and robbing shit
Now the cops starstruck when they spot a Crip
Man of my word but some words ain't worth keeping
Shit I learned while I was growing up in these streets
Sex, money, and violence, I'm so into this shit
Nigga, I love my environment, really living this shit
Yellow tape and cracking safes
Spend a million cash for my niggas that done passed away
I'm so into this
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