Gangsta

Ima a gangsta
Imma real one
I'm so solid
I can't trust no hoe
On one day
Fall off
Go jug
Strapped up don't make me buss dat hoe
He gon cutt da check for me
I never got to fuck em doe
Any interference wit da sac
Des Two hand touch dat hoe

How u round a bunch a killas who ain't killed nun
We both bleed Every month, I don't fear nun
Dey say u ain't a real killa til u kill one
I ain't never killed a nigga but I'm still one
U rather be a bad bitch or real one?
Bein bad ain't really paid my damn bills once
He gon lie n say we fucked - we ain't chilled once
Issa Set up, Issa jug- I bet he won't tell da hood
Ima a real bitch But u heard that already
Barely Fell off cus I'm back on already
Pack gon already
Re'd up already
Don't need da scale, I eye ball it like I'm fetty
Remember my money was tight like sum leggings
He gon pay up n lil bitch I ain't beggin
Stick up or ransom I still won't b tellin
Show me u real -can't respect what U yellin

Ima a gangsta
Imma real one
I'm so solid
I can't trust no hoe
On one day
Fall off
Go jug
Strapped up don't make me buss dat hoe
He gon cutt da check for me
I never got to fuck em doe
Any interference wit da sac
Des Two hand touch dat hoe

I keep da hammer I'm Thor today
Can't front, i was down n still had to pay
Cant chill, never stayed jus to conversate
Cold hearted- kill yo bitch n den celebrate
Seriously something I can't take niggas
Gangsta as fuck, i can't fake it wit em
—U ain't solid ya drip got u caught up
From da bottom don't kno how u brought up
Interfere wit da sac
Get u touched
I get da check off da box like a crush
If I beat her face wit da stick ain't no blush
Can't keep U round If I kno u ain't bussin
He cut da check n he kno He ain't fucking
Sell it how ever it's comin
Once I weigh up I ain't changin da number
Take dat however u wana
Runna, how bout I show u a gunna



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Writer(s): Kayla Jones
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