Gangsta Funktion (feat. Young Dopey & Mr. Shadow)

King Lil G
Ya lets ride lets ride lets ride

Come dance for me

47 in this bitch Thats right

I want 250k up front
When you catch the enemy, you better rush one
She a pretty lil bitch, she a plus one
If you chillin round me, you better bust guns
Bitch I like to tote guns, semi automatics
47 boy, bout to make a hood classic
Come from the ghetto, where this shit get tuff
Join the enemies, then you bout to get snuffed Bratttttt
If I should die, before I wake, I pray da lord, my soul to take
I got a sexy lil bitch, I gotta see at 8, and she got an attitude, she aint got no patience
Im a rich southsida, all da hoes love it
Million dollar deal without wack 100
See these ratchet ass bitches gone fuck for da money,
How da fuck you get signed, but you drivin a bucket
Hoes got all twisted, ima show you a time
Everybody gets a target when my soilders align
I don't be siding with anybody who be siding wit ops
Ima throw a gangsta party when he finally dies

Gangstas don't dance we boogie
All strapped wit a all black hoodie
Gangstas don't dance we boogie
Gangstas don't dance we boogie

Gangstas don't dance we boogie
All strapped wit a all black hoodie
Gangstas don't dance we boogie
Gangstas don't dance we boogie

Young Drummer Boy

Listen, aye
Aye I popped two pills wit the Duce
Lil bitch drink it up like its koolaid
Hell ya I need my money by da due date
Stop playin cuz these bullets got no name
All blacked out strapped wit the beam on it
You know da bitch tryna chill I told her lean on it
Whole gang in dis bitch, better think on it
If you hear about my name, you better speak on it
Tha lil homie caught life so I'm stressed out
Stop talkin cuz you playin wit yo life now
All dis talk about beef, better pipe down
If you want it you could get it one sight now

King Lil G

Gangstas don't dance we boogie
All strapped wit a all black hoodie
Gangstas don't dance we boogie
Gangstas don't dance we boogie

Young Dopey

Two step slide like this do the E walk I do mine like this E's up
Blued up when I walk in this bitch
Im an essay but mom mistake me for a crip
This LA and we press full force
Last bitch left me bitch couldn't do it nomore
She said im to much always gettin in trouble
Told her jump in the foreign drink this hen and shut up
Headed to the intercontinental suite
Lookin out the sky view as I'm beaten them cheeks
Turnt up I know this th West Coast
So serious got that shit tatted on my dome whaaaaaaat

Mr. Shadow

Betta, call for back up hide yo bitch
Bout to hit em wit that cali gangsta shit
This is it this is how lit it get
When you fuck wit the West Coast 1%
Ya he went, whatever he said he meant, me and G pull up
Heavy weight event
Panties wet your girl gettin so excited
Called her a hoe and she didn't mind it
619 to the 213 Got hoes waiting at the double tree
They all know what its bout to be when they come around me and KLG
Gangsta shit lost in a cloud of smoke
Ops know better don't want no smoke na
Im not the one you wanna provoke
Im a mothafuckin threat go straight for the throat
You mothafucka

King Lil G

Gangstas don't dance we boogie
All strapped wit a all black hoodie
Gangstas don't dance we boogie
Gangstas don't dance we boogie

Mr. Criminal

Look Mr Criminal coming at you bustin like a bala
Dispenca on the tira enemigas they want nada
King Lil G Mr Criminal representing for la raza
Most sold back to back ever since kid frost
Smokin up on this kush hella high bout to lift off
Foos hella soft plucked eyebrows and lip gloss
Hustle what this shit cost
Raised by the pits and them rots we the mothafuckin big dogs
If it aint Pac Snoop or Dre
You ain't sold more than me and King Lil G
In the last 20 years check the facts in the motherfuckin industry
Aint many wit brown skin that sold millions
Smoking wit the homie fresh out the pin chillen hahaha