Gangster

How the fuck I’m in location with
Fans
How the fuck popping up with work
And making it dance
How the fuck Quadie come up
Baby come take a chance
That thang on my side like
Potatoes from France
Somebody just handed a eight to
My mans
I been breaking down grams and
Saving my bands
Cake it just bake in my hand I
Think that’s why they try give me
Eight in the can
You know the Glock it be shaking
My hand but the Taurus it feel like
It’s taking my hand
I ain’t even cut it but I got a
Line around the block man them
Junkies can’t wait for my hand
When I started thuggin' and I seen
A line around the block a lil' boy
I couldn’t wait for my chance
If you get a plug and then you see
A line around the block then the
Papi did great with your stamps
If I ever served you don’t be
Saying my name I ain’t trying end up
My hands behind my back
If you got some percs then come and
Fuck with the gang and you know I
Need plugs on all the triple staxx
I am not a person and I’m not off
Cocaine but I’m showing my ass
They asking is it crack
Niggas want peace get creased
That’s slacks
Every bad bitch get struck like a match
We bout to fuck this bitch up
Gangsta
They know we came through the back
Gangsta
Walk in this bitch with my gat
Gangsta
I know they loving the splice
Gangsta
Kiss the bottle, fuck the Sprite
Gangsta
Two bitches like twice
Gangsta
Order more drinks bout to throw up
My mind on the solar
My bitch on coke cola
I’m cold like the polar
My wrist on ebola
We hop out the photo
They shoot you like photo
You get hit like coto
This shit from the dirt like it’s
Fresh off your shoulder
I’m getting twisted like start up
The motor
I fuck her high and get top 'til I’m
Sober
Risky said give him two pops and
It’s over
They got everything I need at Kroger’s
All this money got me shaking like
Colder
I keep looking like bitch come over
We the mob but we not mafioso
Seen her uhhh
I said bitch I told you
That’s a Christmas carol all
White Rover
Inside all throwback Sammy Sosa
Treat you like a man no kap when I
Approach ya
How the fuck I’m 'posed to stay
With my
How the fuck I’m a stay low when
I know that they prey on mine
How the fuck Quadie going make a
Lot
How the fuck Quadie got bags and
The grips
Everywhere and they make it hot
How the fuck Quadie good in the
Jamaican spot
How the fuck Quadie in something
Getting top from ya favorite thot
How the fuck you find that pressure
How they release you from bars
And you charged like a Tesla
How the fuck you pour the nectar
How you going honor
Hulitho and Hop
And they legends
How you gon' honor you bredren
When we sold xannies I think we
Did more than Excedrin
How the fuck I’m in location with
Fans
How the fuck popping up with work
And making it dance
How the fuck Quadie come up
Baby come take a chance
That thang on my side like
Potatoes from France
Somebody just handed a eight to
My mans
I been breaking down grams and
Saving my bands
Cake it just bake in my hand I
Think that’s why they try give me
Eight in the can
You know the Glock it be shaking
My hand but the Taurus it feel like
It’s taking my hand
I ain’t even cut it but I got a
Line around the block man them
Junkies can’t wait for my hand
When I started thuggin' and I seen
A line around the block a lil' boy
I couldn’t wait for my chance
If you get a plug and then you see
A line around the block then the
Papi did great with your stamps
We bout to fuck this bitch up
Gangsta
They know we came through the back
Gangsta
Walk in this bitch with my gat
Gangsta
I know they loving the splice
Gangsta
Kiss the bottle, fuck the Sprite
Gangsta
Two bitches like twice
Gangsta