Gangsta Young Drummer Boy

I’m a gangsta (gangsta)
I pull up on yo bitch like
I pull up on yo click like

[Verse 1]
My situations critical
I’m a simple individual
I’m only here to murder these records
And stack decimals
All these rappers are questionable
I won’t waste no breath
On these mothafuckn slimey hoes
Used to wear bummy clothes
Now I dress comfortable
Used to drive a bucket
But now I’m in a benz hoe
Money something I ain’t used to
So I act the same
Just like I used to
Bitch, why you acting like I knew you
You chillin’ cause I’m poppin’
I see right through you
You carrying lies that I despise
And I only hope to see the day you realize…

[Chorus]
I’m a gangsta (gangsta)
I pull up on yo bitch like
I pull up on yo bitch like
I’m a gangsta (gangsta)
I pull up on yo bitch like
I pull up on yo click like