Gangster's Party

What you got up in your pocket, this a stick and this bitch clicks
I was makin' all them flips, man, since a youngin', since a jit
Momma knew that I was bad as hell, lil' nigga from the six
Slippin' deuce, in this cup, I'm with the freaks

I'm with the sluts, see that badass lil' lightskin
She likes to show what's up, steady blowing up my phone
She off the remy, off patron, but she really want my baby
But I told her kick a dump, if I was to keep it real with you

She crazy as fuck, pop a stick, watch this bitch flip
You need some bullets for your shit, don't put your trust up in that bitch
Cause theses bitches be for the click, bitch, are you stress
Bitch, you ain't blessed, better get your ass to work

Cause theses bitches love the gangsta, and the motherfuckin' purps
Lil' baby, love to shake it in my face, she like to move
She love to throw it in the club, to my song, she like to groove
Was flipping jacks, now spinning cats, call him ricky cause his back

Love my momma, that's my soul, you better watch how that shit roll
How you talking like you know me, you ain't shit, just stack your chips
What you got up in your pocket, this a stick and this bitch clicks
I was makin' all them flips, man, since a youngin', since a jit

Momma knew that I was bad as hell, lil' nigga, from the 6
Slippin' deuce in this cup, I'm with the freaks, I'm with the sluts
She that badass, lil' light skin, she likes to show what's up
Steady blowin' up my phone, she off the remy, off patrol

But she really want my baby, but I'm told to kick a dump
If I wasn't keepin' real with you, she crazy as fuck
Pop a stick, watch this bitch flip, you need some bullets for your shit
Don't put your trust up in that bitch, cause theses bitches be for the click

Bitch, are you stress? bitch, you ain't blessed, better get your ass to work
Cause these bitches love the gangstas, and the motherfuckin' purps
Lil' baby love to shake it in my face, she like the moves
She love to throw it in the club, to my song, she like the grooves

Was flipping, jacks now spinning the cats, call him ricky, cause he's back
Love my momma, that's my soul, you better watch how that shit roll
How you talkin' like you know me, you ain't shit, just stack your chips



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Writer(s): John Calderon Sosa
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