Gangstas

Them niggas gotta hear what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout (Woo, woo)
Feel me Lil' Z (I be in New York with the gangsters)
On your set with some real shit, nigga (Gangsters)
I don't want none of that extra loud shit
This ain't none of that rainbow hair shit
Know what I'm sayin' (I be in New York with the gangsters)

This the real streets shit, yeah, I'm the
Fuckin' voice of the streets, man
It's like Jesus walkin' (Woozin' automatics)
More like Christopher Walkin, man (I be in the streets with the apes)
Y'all know what's up (Talkin' stone to stone)
(Bringin' bags, we don't wanna hear nothin' 'bout it)
(Free all my niggas, feel all the streets)

I be in New York with the gangsters
Know a nigga that'll shoot you for a 'Tander (Grrt)
If my opps is chillin' in the foreign (Bah)
Then my niggas shootin' up the Phantom (Bah, bah, bah)

I be in New York with the gangsters (Woo)
Know a nigga that'll shoot you for a 'Tander
If my opps is chillin' in the foreign (You lackin' ass niggas)
Then my niggas shootin' up the Phantom (Grrt)

.44 got it kicked back (Bah)
Click-clack, get back (Bah)
Shots at your rib pack (Grrrt)
Or you can get chin checked (Woo)
Them twirlin' niggas actin' up (Actin' up)
So niggas packed him up (Pack him up)

Brazy was actin' tough (Dweeb)
'Til niggas slapped him up (Pussy)
Pop Smoke goin' top, niggas mad as fuck (Mad)
Six by six, big Benz on my wrist (Grrt)
If you don't got your nails done, you are not it (Woo)
Automatically on the block list (Blocked, bitch)

Niggas talkin' 'bout they guns (Guns)
But never shot shit (Cap)
Might as well put a cap on it, all over with a chopstick (Pussy)
Run up and I'm brandin' them, take a nigga shoppin' (Bitch)
Reach and I'm branchin' it
'Cause I don't know who watchin' (I'm on point)

It's a Ginger Ale and Henny day, eased up on the crème brûlée
.38's on the block, a nigga won't hesitate (Bah)
Had to move these bitches up, 'cause they was in the way
I wouldn't want them to get shot by an enemy

I be in New York with the gangsters (And what's up?)
Know a nigga that'll shoot you for a 'Tander ('Tander, grrt)
If my opps is chillin' in the foreign (Foreign)
Then my niggas shootin' up the Phantom (Bah, bah, bah)

I be in New York with the gangsters (Woo)
Know a nigga that'll shoot you for a 'Tander (Bah)
If my opps is chillin' in the foreign (You lackin' ass niggas)
Then my niggas shootin' up the Phantom (Grrt)



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Writer(s): Alex Christian Jean Petit, Bashar Barakah Jackson, Ellis Patrick Newton
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