New Thangs
The white girl is Donna, another prostitute
In five years, she has had five pimps
She now operates without one
I'm makin' good around love affair, and I done
Employ 'em for love affair
That's what they love, like
Everybody wants love
And a pimp isn't going to go like that (yeah, yeah, yeah)
As soon as another younger (yeah, yeah)
Cuter girl comes along that can make more money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm going after her, I can't stand (dada-da, dada-da, dada-da, dada, da, yeah, yeah)
Uh, white and yellow Air Max as I step out my 'Lac
Plus I smell like a pack, little cologne mixed with that
My partners always strapped, I don't be on all that
They be wherever I'm at because they know how y'all act
I pulled up in a "what's this?", I came out in a "what's that?"
A little switch up move and that's a stunt double pack
They talk but never attack, I walk with God, I'm relaxed
I got a Rollie collection, you duckin' bill collectors
(Gone take you to that next level)
You niggas always stressin'
I'm in a suite in a Westin in a notebook sketchin'
New designs for the season, fashion week we gonna sneak 'em
Yeah
Dada-da, dada-da, dada
Dada-da, dada-da, dada
Dada-da, dada-da, dada
Yeah
Rockin' Virgil Air Max, Off-White cook crack
I got the razor blade and clippers, you get your shit pushed back
I turned some shit into sugarcane, a nigga couldn't look back
I can't evade these gangsta ways, I guess the hood did that
One pair of shoes, now I got everything to lose
Virginia street blues
Your credit score fucked up in the set, ain't paid your street dues
Pussy ass nigga
Runnin' around with a motherfuckin' pack like you ain't
Like you did that shit before the Kane nigga, Kane train bitch
You niggas always stressin', I'm at a suite at the Westin
Fucked at the Waldorf Astoria with Alicia and Gloria
I promise every bitch I fucked in 2018 was a foreigner
Dead homies in my wall, I zip 'em up like the coroner
And you can passport stamp it, Usain or black Maybach it
But I still twist up in that Chevy or that 'Lac, goddamn it
And you can passport stamp it, Usain or black Maybach it
But I still twist up in that Chevy or that 'Lac, goddamn it
It's Gangsta Kane
In five years, she has had five pimps
She now operates without one
I'm makin' good around love affair, and I done
Employ 'em for love affair
That's what they love, like
Everybody wants love
And a pimp isn't going to go like that (yeah, yeah, yeah)
As soon as another younger (yeah, yeah)
Cuter girl comes along that can make more money (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm going after her, I can't stand (dada-da, dada-da, dada-da, dada, da, yeah, yeah)
Uh, white and yellow Air Max as I step out my 'Lac
Plus I smell like a pack, little cologne mixed with that
My partners always strapped, I don't be on all that
They be wherever I'm at because they know how y'all act
I pulled up in a "what's this?", I came out in a "what's that?"
A little switch up move and that's a stunt double pack
They talk but never attack, I walk with God, I'm relaxed
I got a Rollie collection, you duckin' bill collectors
(Gone take you to that next level)
You niggas always stressin'
I'm in a suite in a Westin in a notebook sketchin'
New designs for the season, fashion week we gonna sneak 'em
Yeah
Dada-da, dada-da, dada
Dada-da, dada-da, dada
Dada-da, dada-da, dada
Yeah
Rockin' Virgil Air Max, Off-White cook crack
I got the razor blade and clippers, you get your shit pushed back
I turned some shit into sugarcane, a nigga couldn't look back
I can't evade these gangsta ways, I guess the hood did that
One pair of shoes, now I got everything to lose
Virginia street blues
Your credit score fucked up in the set, ain't paid your street dues
Pussy ass nigga
Runnin' around with a motherfuckin' pack like you ain't
Like you did that shit before the Kane nigga, Kane train bitch
You niggas always stressin', I'm at a suite at the Westin
Fucked at the Waldorf Astoria with Alicia and Gloria
I promise every bitch I fucked in 2018 was a foreigner
Dead homies in my wall, I zip 'em up like the coroner
And you can passport stamp it, Usain or black Maybach it
But I still twist up in that Chevy or that 'Lac, goddamn it
And you can passport stamp it, Usain or black Maybach it
But I still twist up in that Chevy or that 'Lac, goddamn it
It's Gangsta Kane
Credits
Writer(s): Alan Maman, Fredrick Jamel Tipton, Shante Scott Franklin
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