CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Gangsta sh*t
This that gangsta sh*t
Feds come grab you up, but you play dumb, don't you be sayin' sh*t
Nah b*t*h, this ain't happen over night, I had to pray for this
Dboii why you always talkin' sh*t? b*t*h I get paid for this
This that gangsta sh*t
Feds come grab you up, but you play dumb, don't you be sayin' sh*t
Nah b*t*h, this ain't happen over night, I had to pray for this
Dboii why you always talkin' sh*t? b*t*h I get paid for this
I don't give a f**k how bad she is, nah I can't pay da b*t*h
Tryna figure out, like who the f**k they think they playin' with?
b*t*h I love them streets 'cause that's what made me, I was made for this
You wouldn't know nothin' about it, this that gangsta sh*t b*t*h
This that gangsta sh*t
Nah lil' n***a Ion't play no sports, but I'll play a b*t*h
Knock the baddest b*t*h, now watch me treat her like a basic b*t*h
Put her in her spot, I got her bustin' like a K the clip
Ooo I think this lil' b*t*h a ten, look how she takin' it
Every n***a on my team will shoot, yeah we thе Lakers b*t*h
Brodie bro ain't nevеr broke the code, but he'll break a b*t*h
I'll pull up to a opp grave, p*ss, and take a sh*t
I don't know what's wrong with these lil' n***as, but I feel sorry for 'em
Put a opp n***a in the ground, throw a party on 'em
Boy best get the f**k up out my way if you don't f**k with I
Uhh I'ma SOB n***a f**k the other side
Almost gave up rap a year ago, this sh*t fun again
I don't trust a soul, I hit the stage b*t*h with my gun in hand
b*t*h I'm in that field, I'm in that jungle, b*t*h the motherland
SOB x what? Nah n***a we don't f**k with them b*t*h
This that gangsta sh*t
Feds come grab you up, but you play dumb, don't you be sayin' sh*t
Nah b*t*h, this ain't happen over night, I had to pray for this
Dboii why you always talkin' sh*t? b*t*h I get paid for this
I don't give a f**k how bad she is, nah I can't pay da b*t*h
Tryna figure out, like who the f**k they think they playin' with?
b*t*h I love them streets 'cause that's what made me, I was made for this
You wouldn't know nothin' about it, this that gangsta sh*t b*t*h
Yeah, gangsta n***a need a gangsta b*t*h
Damn I love them jeans up on you, bae got all that cake in it
How he make that choppa sing like that?
He think he Drake with it
I'll bend that lil' babby over and go ape in it
Granny make me used to chew on soap, I got a potty mouth
She like what you really wanna do? I whip my johnny out
How you get ran through not celibate? b*t*h what's yo' body count?
Tired of n***as actin' like they killas, what's yo' body count?
Rich n***as still eatin' TV dinners and top ramen noodies
I just seen a opp, boy played it cool, ain't even try to shoot me
Oh you got crate? you say it's sealed, then let me buy the juicy
I could tell the way, she givin' brain, this b*t*h a college student
I can't listen to nobody music, I'ma fan of I
She like what I gotta do to f**k? I told her fantasize
What the f**k you pour up in yo' soda? Boy yo' fanta lie
The opps know that we be out here for real, that's why they kept inside n***a
This that gangsta sh*t
Feds come grab you up, but you play dumb, don't you be sayin' sh*t
Nah b*t*h, this ain't happen over night, I had to pray for this
Dboii why you always talkin' sh*t? b*t*h I get paid for this
I don't give a f**k how bad she is, nah I can't pay da b*t*h
Tryna figure out, like who the f**k they think they playin' with?
b*t*h I love them streets 'cause that's what made me, I was made for this
You wouldn't know nothin' about it, this that gangsta sh*t b*t*h
Feds come grab you up, but you play dumb, don't you be sayin' sh*t
Nah b*t*h, this ain't happen over night, I had to pray for this
Dboii why you always talkin' sh*t? b*t*h I get paid for this
This that gangsta sh*t
Feds come grab you up, but you play dumb, don't you be sayin' sh*t
Nah b*t*h, this ain't happen over night, I had to pray for this
Dboii why you always talkin' sh*t? b*t*h I get paid for this
I don't give a f**k how bad she is, nah I can't pay da b*t*h
Tryna figure out, like who the f**k they think they playin' with?
b*t*h I love them streets 'cause that's what made me, I was made for this
You wouldn't know nothin' about it, this that gangsta sh*t b*t*h
This that gangsta sh*t
Nah lil' n***a Ion't play no sports, but I'll play a b*t*h
Knock the baddest b*t*h, now watch me treat her like a basic b*t*h
Put her in her spot, I got her bustin' like a K the clip
Ooo I think this lil' b*t*h a ten, look how she takin' it
Every n***a on my team will shoot, yeah we thе Lakers b*t*h
Brodie bro ain't nevеr broke the code, but he'll break a b*t*h
I'll pull up to a opp grave, p*ss, and take a sh*t
I don't know what's wrong with these lil' n***as, but I feel sorry for 'em
Put a opp n***a in the ground, throw a party on 'em
Boy best get the f**k up out my way if you don't f**k with I
Uhh I'ma SOB n***a f**k the other side
Almost gave up rap a year ago, this sh*t fun again
I don't trust a soul, I hit the stage b*t*h with my gun in hand
b*t*h I'm in that field, I'm in that jungle, b*t*h the motherland
SOB x what? Nah n***a we don't f**k with them b*t*h
This that gangsta sh*t
Feds come grab you up, but you play dumb, don't you be sayin' sh*t
Nah b*t*h, this ain't happen over night, I had to pray for this
Dboii why you always talkin' sh*t? b*t*h I get paid for this
I don't give a f**k how bad she is, nah I can't pay da b*t*h
Tryna figure out, like who the f**k they think they playin' with?
b*t*h I love them streets 'cause that's what made me, I was made for this
You wouldn't know nothin' about it, this that gangsta sh*t b*t*h
Yeah, gangsta n***a need a gangsta b*t*h
Damn I love them jeans up on you, bae got all that cake in it
How he make that choppa sing like that?
He think he Drake with it
I'll bend that lil' babby over and go ape in it
Granny make me used to chew on soap, I got a potty mouth
She like what you really wanna do? I whip my johnny out
How you get ran through not celibate? b*t*h what's yo' body count?
Tired of n***as actin' like they killas, what's yo' body count?
Rich n***as still eatin' TV dinners and top ramen noodies
I just seen a opp, boy played it cool, ain't even try to shoot me
Oh you got crate? you say it's sealed, then let me buy the juicy
I could tell the way, she givin' brain, this b*t*h a college student
I can't listen to nobody music, I'ma fan of I
She like what I gotta do to f**k? I told her fantasize
What the f**k you pour up in yo' soda? Boy yo' fanta lie
The opps know that we be out here for real, that's why they kept inside n***a
This that gangsta sh*t
Feds come grab you up, but you play dumb, don't you be sayin' sh*t
Nah b*t*h, this ain't happen over night, I had to pray for this
Dboii why you always talkin' sh*t? b*t*h I get paid for this
I don't give a f**k how bad she is, nah I can't pay da b*t*h
Tryna figure out, like who the f**k they think they playin' with?
b*t*h I love them streets 'cause that's what made me, I was made for this
You wouldn't know nothin' about it, this that gangsta sh*t b*t*h
