So You Say You A Gangsta
(Div, Div)
Just like that
Mm, okay, so you say you a gangsta? (Yeah)
Tell me, what's a gangsta to a fuckin' top ranker? (Alright)
Ballin' on you boys, on the court, LeBron James ya
We don't play with toys, these firearms provide danger
Gun up on my waist like Wild, Wild West ranger (yeah)
She didn't even know me, but got wild with a stranger (aw, yeah)
I'm the fuckin' shit, so I really can't blame her (bitch)
I can take your bitch like this, boy, you better behave her
Boy, you better come save her
She call me dad, I raise her (like that)
XD kickflipped his body like a skater (like that, like that)
Cut her off 'cause her top was nothin' major (just like that)
Ballin' like an Indiana Pacer
If she don't wanna stop, I'm not gon' make her (no)
Ballin' in L.A. just like a Laker (aw, yeah)
Mm, okay, so you say you a gangsta? (Yeah)
Tell me, what's a gangsta to a fuckin' top ranker? (Alright)
Ballin' on you boys, on the court, LeBron James ya
We don't play with toys, these firearms provide danger
Gun up on my waist like Wild, Wild West ranger (yeah)
She didn't even know me, but got wild with a stranger (aw, yeah)
I'm the fuckin' shit, so I really can't blame her (bitch)
I can take your bitch like this, boy, you better behave her
Just like that
Mm, okay, so you say you a gangsta? (Yeah)
Tell me, what's a gangsta to a fuckin' top ranker? (Alright)
Ballin' on you boys, on the court, LeBron James ya
We don't play with toys, these firearms provide danger
Gun up on my waist like Wild, Wild West ranger (yeah)
She didn't even know me, but got wild with a stranger (aw, yeah)
I'm the fuckin' shit, so I really can't blame her (bitch)
I can take your bitch like this, boy, you better behave her
Boy, you better come save her
She call me dad, I raise her (like that)
XD kickflipped his body like a skater (like that, like that)
Cut her off 'cause her top was nothin' major (just like that)
Ballin' like an Indiana Pacer
If she don't wanna stop, I'm not gon' make her (no)
Ballin' in L.A. just like a Laker (aw, yeah)
Mm, okay, so you say you a gangsta? (Yeah)
Tell me, what's a gangsta to a fuckin' top ranker? (Alright)
Ballin' on you boys, on the court, LeBron James ya
We don't play with toys, these firearms provide danger
Gun up on my waist like Wild, Wild West ranger (yeah)
She didn't even know me, but got wild with a stranger (aw, yeah)
I'm the fuckin' shit, so I really can't blame her (bitch)
I can take your bitch like this, boy, you better behave her
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Writer(s): Frank Childress, Divjot Singh Anand
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