Gangsta talk
A lot of murda talk, a lot of gangsta talk, and where I grew up that is all what I was taught
Don't make me flash out, cause bitch I got a bad mouth, try to disrespect me, guaranteed it's going down
A lot of murda talk, a lot of gangsta talk, and where I grew up that is all what I was taught
Don't make me flash out, cause bitch I got a bad mouth, try to disrespect me, guaranteed it's going down
I'm on that murder murder shit, rob a dude with a stick,
Give me what the fuck I want or i'ma up it on you bitch
Shoot that stupid dude up in his face, then I'll go and do the race
Gloves on, mask tight, bitch I won't catch a case
Yeah I'm stuck in these streets, and I'm forever thuggin' and anybody run up on me, guaranteed that I'm bustin'
And ain't no discussion, bitch we knock your head back
And I done listened to your raps, all I'm hearin' is cap
A lot of gangsta talk, all I hear is gangsta talk, let me catch you slippin' it's gon be a yellow tape on white chalk
You gon' end up on a T if you messin' with my team,
And I put it on my soul I hit you with this green beam
A lot of murda talk, a lot of gangsta talk, and where I grew up that is all what I was taught
Don't make me flash out, cause bitch I got a bad mouth, try to disrespect me, guaranteed it's going down
A lot of murda talk, a lot of gangsta talk, and where I grew up that is all what I was taught
Don't make me flash out, cause bitch I got a bad mouth, try to disrespect me, guaranteed it's going down
Don't make me flash out, cause bitch I got a bad mouth, try to disrespect me, guaranteed it's going down
A lot of murda talk, a lot of gangsta talk, and where I grew up that is all what I was taught
Don't make me flash out, cause bitch I got a bad mouth, try to disrespect me, guaranteed it's going down
I'm on that murder murder shit, rob a dude with a stick,
Give me what the fuck I want or i'ma up it on you bitch
Shoot that stupid dude up in his face, then I'll go and do the race
Gloves on, mask tight, bitch I won't catch a case
Yeah I'm stuck in these streets, and I'm forever thuggin' and anybody run up on me, guaranteed that I'm bustin'
And ain't no discussion, bitch we knock your head back
And I done listened to your raps, all I'm hearin' is cap
A lot of gangsta talk, all I hear is gangsta talk, let me catch you slippin' it's gon be a yellow tape on white chalk
You gon' end up on a T if you messin' with my team,
And I put it on my soul I hit you with this green beam
A lot of murda talk, a lot of gangsta talk, and where I grew up that is all what I was taught
Don't make me flash out, cause bitch I got a bad mouth, try to disrespect me, guaranteed it's going down
A lot of murda talk, a lot of gangsta talk, and where I grew up that is all what I was taught
Don't make me flash out, cause bitch I got a bad mouth, try to disrespect me, guaranteed it's going down
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Writer(s): Riley Cagle
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