Gangsta's & Freaks
Where's my gangsters where's the freaks at, freaks at
Where's my gangsters where's the freaks at, freaks at
Where's my gangsters where's the freaks at
Homie scooped me up best believe i put the seat back
Where's my gangsters where's the freaks at, freaks at
Where's my gangsters where's the freaks at, freaks at
Where's my gangsters where's the freaks at
Ten bad bitches, best believe I'm going to peep that
Uhhh
Where's the freaks, where's my G's at
Black long sleeve with an SD hat
Upper county boys, you know where we be at
Slick is making noise and yeah I know you see that
Your girl in my ear telling me she need that
Plus she put in work fucking up her knee caps
I ain't talking shit homie I just speak facts
Ain't no murder scene we busting at your knee caps
Started making tracks, all I did was street raps
Started getting ink, nothing but some street tats
Stopped doing drugs homie then I relapse
I'm doing good now homie it's time to relax
Will I make it upstairs and drink a brew in heaven
Or will I get caught slipping for these two elevens
Cause they consider me a felon with the things I'm selling
But only time will tell cause I ain't fucking telling
Where's my gangsters where's the freaks at, freaks at
Where's my gangsters where's the freaks at, freaks at
Where's my gangsters where's the freaks at
Homie scooped me up best believe i put the seat back
Where's my gangsters where's the freaks at, freaks at
Where's my gangsters where's the freaks at, freaks at
Where's my gangsters where's the freaks at
Ten bad bitches, best believe I'm going to peep that
Uhhh
Where's my hustlers, where's the feinds at
Original five oh one, levi jean pants
Had to struggle but I'm following my dream plan
It's time to hustle and I'm doing it with my team man
Putting lames on quiet time like a dead zone
Scoring wins you can catch me at the end zone
Your girl be telling me to take her out the friend zone
They do you dirty, better stay up on your ten toes
I'm saying fuck a hand out I rather stand out
I'm cutting people off, another man down
There's no questions now so put your hands down
I use to give a fuck but I don't give a damn now
Watch me flip an eight ball into a o-z
Watch out with them feds being nosey
All we do is press affirmative action
Everyday it's summer madness when the city gets cracking
What's happening
Where's my hustlers, where's the fiends at, fiends at
Where's my hustlers, where's the fiends at, fiends at
Where's my hustlers, where's the fiends at
Hit me back up if your really going to need that
Where's my gangsters where's the freaks at, freaks at
Where's my gangsters where's the freaks at, freaks at
Where's my gangsters where's the freaks at
Homie scooped me up best believe i put the seat back
Where's my gangsters where's the freaks at, freaks at
Where's my gangsters where's the freaks at, freaks at
Where's my gangsters where's the freaks at
Ten bad bitches, best believe I'm going to peep that
Where's my hustlers, where's the fiends at, fiends at
Where's my hustlers, where's the fiends at, fiends at
Where's my hustlers, where's the fiends at
Hit me back up if your really going to need that
Where's my gangsters where's the freaks at, freaks at
Where's my gangsters where's the freaks at
Homie scooped me up best believe i put the seat back
Where's my gangsters where's the freaks at, freaks at
Where's my gangsters where's the freaks at, freaks at
Where's my gangsters where's the freaks at
Ten bad bitches, best believe I'm going to peep that
Uhhh
Where's the freaks, where's my G's at
Black long sleeve with an SD hat
Upper county boys, you know where we be at
Slick is making noise and yeah I know you see that
Your girl in my ear telling me she need that
Plus she put in work fucking up her knee caps
I ain't talking shit homie I just speak facts
Ain't no murder scene we busting at your knee caps
Started making tracks, all I did was street raps
Started getting ink, nothing but some street tats
Stopped doing drugs homie then I relapse
I'm doing good now homie it's time to relax
Will I make it upstairs and drink a brew in heaven
Or will I get caught slipping for these two elevens
Cause they consider me a felon with the things I'm selling
But only time will tell cause I ain't fucking telling
Where's my gangsters where's the freaks at, freaks at
Where's my gangsters where's the freaks at, freaks at
Where's my gangsters where's the freaks at
Homie scooped me up best believe i put the seat back
Where's my gangsters where's the freaks at, freaks at
Where's my gangsters where's the freaks at, freaks at
Where's my gangsters where's the freaks at
Ten bad bitches, best believe I'm going to peep that
Uhhh
Where's my hustlers, where's the feinds at
Original five oh one, levi jean pants
Had to struggle but I'm following my dream plan
It's time to hustle and I'm doing it with my team man
Putting lames on quiet time like a dead zone
Scoring wins you can catch me at the end zone
Your girl be telling me to take her out the friend zone
They do you dirty, better stay up on your ten toes
I'm saying fuck a hand out I rather stand out
I'm cutting people off, another man down
There's no questions now so put your hands down
I use to give a fuck but I don't give a damn now
Watch me flip an eight ball into a o-z
Watch out with them feds being nosey
All we do is press affirmative action
Everyday it's summer madness when the city gets cracking
What's happening
Where's my hustlers, where's the fiends at, fiends at
Where's my hustlers, where's the fiends at, fiends at
Where's my hustlers, where's the fiends at
Hit me back up if your really going to need that
Where's my gangsters where's the freaks at, freaks at
Where's my gangsters where's the freaks at, freaks at
Where's my gangsters where's the freaks at
Homie scooped me up best believe i put the seat back
Where's my gangsters where's the freaks at, freaks at
Where's my gangsters where's the freaks at, freaks at
Where's my gangsters where's the freaks at
Ten bad bitches, best believe I'm going to peep that
Where's my hustlers, where's the fiends at, fiends at
Where's my hustlers, where's the fiends at, fiends at
Where's my hustlers, where's the fiends at
Hit me back up if your really going to need that
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Writer(s): Samuel Rios
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