Gangsta

Incredible nigga, Buda

Block work (block work)
Niggas starting to panic 'cause we ain't got work (just went away)
Talking all that fighting
Around my way, you gon' get shot first
Mock neck, cardigan, properly
Hide this Mossberg (mean)
Smokers dancing in the rain
Ain't got to ask if you got served

Got leathers and I got furs (got 'em)
Sunday morning I ain't got church
Jumat on a Friday
Staff, long niggas died worse
Mami trying to act high class with a fake Birkin
That's a hot purse (hot)

Don't get your head tapped for a little feature money
Just a hot verse
Got me a little shooter nigga
Used to live in Dallas but he's not Dirk (Texas)
Strip club in the Traphouse
Had a uncle used to make the pot twerk (twerk)

The biggest niggas always drop first
Was a hot boy but I'm not Turk (hot)
Probably fuck with my eyes first
If I hit it raw
I talk to God first

Everybody talking powder
I can't even front niggas wanted first (yola)
Never nothing but a hard verse
In the hood it feel like we all cursed
This is for my cousin Vee
And all my other niggas on the yard work (free 'em)
Scamming niggas in the field
I feel your pain hoping that them cards work (wooo)

Everything that I ever learned
I was taught to do it like a gangster (gangster, do it like a gangster)
Broad day with a mask on
Walk up on 'em like a stranger (who that?)
You don't understand how real it get
Until your life is in danger
Cops take you out your globe
Nigga live a whole life full of anger (wooo)

Everything that I ever a learned
I was taught to do it like a gangster (just like a gangster)
Everything that I ever learned
I was taught to do it like a gangster (that's how I learned)
Everything that I ever learned
I was taught to do it like a gangster
Broad day with a mask on (broad daylight)
Walk up on 'em like a stranger

This dope, I gotta get the block rich (rich)
Asian food we using chopsticks (wah)
Never took advice or ever paid attention
To a nigga who ain't got shit (never)
Everybody looking at me
All eyes on me I been on some Pac shit (All Eyez on Me)
Money power and I got respect
Look at D-boy or some lock shit (D-Boy)

Pistols break it out the box quick
I got off lean
I don't wok sick (nah)
Nigga got his whole family clip for like five bricks
That's some wild shit (wild)
Cartel niggas move different
I could never mop up isle six (never)
Put my daughter on my album cover
When she go to school, got my child lit (Kairi)

Think of Shooter every day I wake up
We would walk up in club with like five sticks (Buda)
You already knew
That you were surrounded by gangsters
Don't be surprised bitch (gone)
Rental cars enterprise flips
Got a side bitch, she a size 6
Spliff fatter than a tie stick
I be jumping in it like a mosh pit

Fame hit it make my mind switch
In another life, I'll be John Wick (John Wick)
Bullets hit him in his back
Made his spine shift
Guarantee his mom sick
Napa Valley with a bad bitch
Moscato tasting on them wine trips (Moscato)
NYPD tried to search shit
They ain't find shit
They ain't find shit

Everything that I ever learned
I was taught to do it like a gangster
Broad day with a mask on
Walk up on 'em like a stranger
You don't understand how real it get
Until your life is in danger
Cops take you out your globe
Nigga live a whole life full of anger

Everything that I ever a learned
I was taught to do it like a gangster
Everything that I ever learned
I was taught to do it like a gangster
Everything that I ever learned
I was taught to do it like a gangster
Broad day with a mask on
Walk up on 'em like a stranger

I said, "Don't bring me no-" (don't bring me no bullshit 'cause I don't fuck with that)
Don't bring me no- (don't bring me no bullshit 'cause I don't fuck with that)
Don't bring me no- (don't bring me no bullshit 'cause I don't fuck with that)
That shit got (nothing to do with me)
I said, "Don't bring me no-" (don't bring me no bullshit 'cause I don't fuck with that)
Don't bring me no- (don't bring me no bullshit 'cause I don't fuck with that)
Don't bring me no- (don't bring me no bullshit 'cause I don't fuck with that)
That shit got (nothing to do with me)



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Writer(s): David Brewster, Daniel Garcia, Francis Ubiera, Michael Richard Kuzoian
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