"That's Gangsta" lyrics
I'm a gangsta like Al Capone or James Cagney
These prankstas on microphones need stop braggin
Ya'll got money to burn, then stop crabbin
I'll pull these burners out and let yo' whole clique have it
Dump shit, make a convict gun click
My AK out the trunk, now a young punk hit
Two clips, don't trip, but if you slip you'll get pistol whipped
You come around the 'Crest, these bullets rip ya flesh
I'm psycho, with a rifle, like David Koresh
Versace, slice those with a knife ho, cause murder's the best
I could dress up, like a dyke ho, and come through your set
And when you least expect it nigga, Imma let loose the Tech
We some gangstas, now that's gangsta, now that's gangsta, now that's gangsta
We some gangstas, now that's gangsta, now that's gangsta, yeah
My clique strong look holmes, man, we could sign you
If you get wrong, in them bushes they will find you
We don't make rap, we make trap songs to grind to
You could sell a dime, or you could click a nine to
Time after time, Gucci got's to remind you
'Bout the black nigga with the grill that will blind you
Imma hit a lick so my whole clique can shine too
Take all of yo' bricks, and split 'em with my whole crew
Fuck it, we thuggin it, you like it? We lovin it
Gucci den got plugged in, and now he move them drugs in
Yea, straight drop, and sign yaself ole bitch ass nigga
I'm with some muthafuckin gangstas
We some gangstas, now that's gangsta, now that's gangsta, now that's gangsta
We some gangstas, now that's gangsta, now that's gangsta, yeah that's gangsta
Now watch me rip it, can ya dig it, Imma spit it like I should
Hit it, whip it, flip it, get it while the gettin' good
I still keep the lowest ticket on it in the hood
To cook a brick of yay, my kitchen, nigga wish you would
A sale a sack in Cal' about 10 stacks (10 stacks)
And wait until the country nigga hit back (hit back)
It's a G thang, a "everybody wanna be like me" thang
Gucci Mane bring pain, every time spit game
Run game like a muthafuckin referee
Pay me whatcha owe me, I don't run my fuckin breath for free
We some gangstas, now that's gangsta, now that's gangsta, now that's gangsta
We some gangstas, now that's gangsta, now that's gangsta, now that's gangsta
We some gangstas, now that's gangsta, now that's gangsta, yeah that's gangsta
We some gangstas, now that's gangsta, now that's gangsta, yeah that's gangsta
These prankstas on microphones need stop braggin
Ya'll got money to burn, then stop crabbin
I'll pull these burners out and let yo' whole clique have it
Dump shit, make a convict gun click
My AK out the trunk, now a young punk hit
Two clips, don't trip, but if you slip you'll get pistol whipped
You come around the 'Crest, these bullets rip ya flesh
I'm psycho, with a rifle, like David Koresh
Versace, slice those with a knife ho, cause murder's the best
I could dress up, like a dyke ho, and come through your set
And when you least expect it nigga, Imma let loose the Tech
We some gangstas, now that's gangsta, now that's gangsta, now that's gangsta
We some gangstas, now that's gangsta, now that's gangsta, yeah
My clique strong look holmes, man, we could sign you
If you get wrong, in them bushes they will find you
We don't make rap, we make trap songs to grind to
You could sell a dime, or you could click a nine to
Time after time, Gucci got's to remind you
'Bout the black nigga with the grill that will blind you
Imma hit a lick so my whole clique can shine too
Take all of yo' bricks, and split 'em with my whole crew
Fuck it, we thuggin it, you like it? We lovin it
Gucci den got plugged in, and now he move them drugs in
Yea, straight drop, and sign yaself ole bitch ass nigga
I'm with some muthafuckin gangstas
We some gangstas, now that's gangsta, now that's gangsta, now that's gangsta
We some gangstas, now that's gangsta, now that's gangsta, yeah that's gangsta
Now watch me rip it, can ya dig it, Imma spit it like I should
Hit it, whip it, flip it, get it while the gettin' good
I still keep the lowest ticket on it in the hood
To cook a brick of yay, my kitchen, nigga wish you would
A sale a sack in Cal' about 10 stacks (10 stacks)
And wait until the country nigga hit back (hit back)
It's a G thang, a "everybody wanna be like me" thang
Gucci Mane bring pain, every time spit game
Run game like a muthafuckin referee
Pay me whatcha owe me, I don't run my fuckin breath for free
We some gangstas, now that's gangsta, now that's gangsta, now that's gangsta
We some gangstas, now that's gangsta, now that's gangsta, now that's gangsta
We some gangstas, now that's gangsta, now that's gangsta, yeah that's gangsta
We some gangstas, now that's gangsta, now that's gangsta, yeah that's gangsta
