yg & mozzy – gangsta lyrics
[intro: yg]
uh+oh
[verse 1: mozzy]
you say you affiliated but you never caught one
it’s body counts around this b+tch 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 “d+mn, homie,” yeah
they took your chain and you ain’t blam, homie?
what the f+ck wrong with you dudes?
i got this stick in my sweater
play with gl!cky, 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
[chorus: yg & mozzy]
n+gga, i’m a gangster, i done got my rank up
lamborghini, ‘raris, when we poppin’ out, we paid up
f+ck i look like laid up?
how you think we came up?
all that gangster sh+t that n+gga’s poppin’, mostly made up
my b+tch, she a a+plus, make her hold the banger
that’s lil’ bae, she gon’ take the case and keep it gangster
sh+t, clan we flamed up
fully when i yank somethin’
n+gga play with anything i love, get yellow+taped up
[verse 2: yg]
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+t piru, do you feel me?
this sh+t 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+cked her raw, i be hoin’
my true colors be showin’
that sh+t red, it be glowin’
you hardly hood, you ain’t gangster, b+tch, your hood disown you (uh+oh)
you hop on the ‘gram and talk that sh+t
my n+ggas in the street, they spark that sh+t
the loudest man in the room get off
when you grew up in the streets, you was taught that sh+t
you ain’t from the streets, never walked that sh+t
or the p or the b, you know fall for it
the game don’t know you, you soft as sh+t
take his chain, f+ck his b+tch
the lamborghini, yeah, i bought that b+tch
nine with a thirty on it and i brought this b+tch
spit on the d+ck, toot it up from the back
beat your ass+crack, yeah, i taught that b+tch
i buy her bags so often, her look can’t be real, man, i bought this b+tch
pop+pop+pop+pop you for a n+gga chain, i’ma have to spark this b+tch
[chorus: yg & mozzy]
n+gga, i’m a gangster, i done got my rank up
lamborghini, ‘raris, when we poppin’ out, we paid up
f+ck i look like laid up?
how you think we came up?
all that gangster sh+t that n+gga’s poppin’ mostly made up
my b+tch, she a a+plus, make her hold the banger
that’s lil’ bae, she gon’ take the case and keep it gangster
sh+t, clan we flamed up
fully when i yank somethin’
n+gga play with anything i love, get yellow+taped up
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