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[intro]
yeah, it’s another late one
or early one, should i say
keep the kk roll
t-t-o-d
gangstas don’t sleep
yeah, man i don’t care let me talk my sh-t one time
yeah

[verse 1]
i’m from the west side real n-ggas stolen them set side
b-tches like these benzes need to call when i can test drive
rip to left eye, no tlc
ya’ll just really let them text fly
who got the scare from best buy
always been a hustler, smooth, cool motherf-cker
real thirsty when i’m thirsty
tacavaca with the paccas, never been a sucker
40 in the stash, kicking like jackie chang, rush hour, chris tucker
lot a rebels talk the talk but they be h-lla faking
and you’ll never see around once they ever vacant
i was raised by the cheese if you serious face it
cause when it’s on hood it’s scary movie, freddy-jason
here now and they won’t take my seat
can’t n0body contend now when i make my heat
i used to hit the club with them fake id’s
now my b-tch open my phone cause of face id

[hook]
you can catch me ridin out
pulling up, k!ll, hand on the k!ll real
you can catch me ridin out
down that spitch by my side you can get a thrill
you can catch me ridin out
diamonds n my neck but i ain’t got no chill
you can catch me ridin out
i’m a gansta, gansta, gangsta, gansta
you can catch me ridin out

[verse 2]
aye, red blood cold yard over fresh preys
sauced up blammas bruising up my rib cage
stars in the ceiling shining on my sp-ce j’s
k!ller california ain’t no place to vacate
n-ggas break safe to save face make your fate way
haters tugging on my d-ck like a shake way
if it ain’t gorilla glue then it’s kk, ak’s and aka’s aye
i’m a make it one day
i done worked all week till it’s friday
and woke up to a sunday
yeah i been smoking at the pound since the chronic
n-gga now it’s kk and these hunnids got you n-ggas acting violent
you don’t want this gun play cause i’m a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta

[verse 3]
breaking b-tches for the bred told em meet me in bed
don’t kick her out i want breakfast instead
don’t trust these n-ggas they might be the feds
i’m always beast up to head
it’s in my skin taylor gang till i’m dead
i ain’t stressed cause all i want’s the pay
make a hundred grand blow a hundred points today
man these n-ggas think they better but they not
if i drop a song today that better gon be hot
it’s with me on the plane
catch me cruising up the west side, pittsburgh
n-gga got it tatted on my chest
the money still green the b-tches still calling
my music still rock my n-ggas still balling
make another 5 mil just off touring
you n-ggas all sound the same the game getting boring
keep the kk stashed and paned in the gl-ss
you can hear me when i p-ss

[hook]
you can catch me ridin out
pulling up, k!ll, hand on the k!ll real
you can catch me ridin out
down that pitch by my side you can get a thrill
you can catch me ridin out
diamonds n my neck but i ain’t got no chill
you can catch me ridin out
i’m a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
you can catch me ridin out

[verse 4]
me and you
smoking on a pound or two
riding in my whip to the stove
for some papers cause they already roll
me and you
smoking on a pound or two
riding in my whip to the stove
for some papers cause they already roll

[hook]
you can catch me ridin out
pulling up, k!ll, hand on the k!ll real
you can catch me ridin out
down that spitch by my side you can get a thrill
you can catch me ridin out
diamonds n my neck but i ain’t got no chill
you can catch me ridin out
i’m a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
you can catch me ridin out

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