"Gangsters" lyrics
LeoStayTrill & Jme Lyrics
Gangsters
Is this a Swifta beat?
Gangsters
Yo
Try violate me, get a punch in the face with the front door key
No lunch, pull up lunch, come and eat me
Whip big king of the zoo, my shit greazey, no freebie
For all of the VBs that didn't have jack shit, don't need you to believe me
Flow with your head back, PZ
Don't let me lose my mind, I'm like Keezy
Dem niggas ain't poppin', but I am
Switch it, my bitch sit thick in the Taycan
When the verse cost way more than five bags
[?] wanna hear words if you type, fam
Heh, man, I CBA
I love BBLs, I love BBK
I love pink lemonade, my brothers, we fly straight
No layover, no exchange
Want me to carry on? Business class in my Off-White carry on
Paid with cash, rude boy, no Avios
Collect the bag, then fly home, adiòs
Believe me, ask Maximum
Paddy or Felix, no accident
Man are the realest, from trap to this
Man, am I dreamin'? No
Businessman, I shot beats and flows
Boy Better Know, CEO
Shut ya mouth, deep it, yo
Number one dad, it ain't even close
You can't chat to Remi or Rose
Don't make sense, like vegan coats
Adenuga on the sleeve of my clothes
Try touch one of my people, bro
I'll leave my line, and their feet'll pose (Yo, pass)
Huh, yeah, they rate me
Thinkin' I'm a gimmick, ADHD
I got a little button, click it
Not FlyStr8, can't fuckin' kick it
What? Asshole fat, the girl Streatham, wid it, what?
This might sound wicked, wicked, what?
Gimme ten seconds, I'll knackers missus, huh?
How I whip out my lil' long john and kiss it, love?
Turn it up, bass heatin', heatin', what?
Swifta Beater, clickin', clickin' what?
Jme the teacher, spittin', spittin', what?
Leo stay trillin', trillin', what?
This flow is skippin', skippin', what?
Tag team like Jordan and Pippin, what?
Tag team like fried chip and chicken, what?
In the booth, phone ringin', ringin', what? (Huh?)
Ring where? No phone in the booth, cuz
Don't give a damn if it's your dad or your shooter
I don't want beats on your Android computer
OF for bro, log out your user
Jm— big rap and producer
LST, young man, and seduce her
DPD, still package your crew, cuz
32T, bro (What?), try not to lose one
Might need a new one
Dental implant, fly kick, fly straight, kick out your molar
Get away, bruck up Toyota Corola
Onstage, front to the back, they show love
Backstage, vocals, oh, no Ricola
See me with a big boy glass, but oh yeah
This still water, not Pepsi cola
StayTrill, come chat to them, let me pass the controller (Yo)
Ay, Jme, this shit's new caliber
Big smoke, no canister, wrap it up
I don't know shit about roads
But the bros still gotta shot coke, no barista
Try take a photo? Bro, bag 'em up
Wrist cold, and my shit's gold, like Alistair
I'm at a funeral with a bally set an angle, I don't gamble
So no [?]
Is this a Swifta beat?
Gangsters
Yo
Try violate me, get a punch in the face with the front door key
No lunch, pull up lunch, come and eat me
Whip big king of the zoo, my shit greazey, no freebie
For all of the VBs that didn't have jack shit, don't need you to believe me
Flow with your head back, PZ
Don't let me lose my mind, I'm like Keezy
Dem niggas ain't poppin', but I am
Switch it, my bitch sit thick in the Taycan
When the verse cost way more than five bags
[?] wanna hear words if you type, fam
Heh, man, I CBA
I love BBLs, I love BBK
I love pink lemonade, my brothers, we fly straight
No layover, no exchange
Want me to carry on? Business class in my Off-White carry on
Paid with cash, rude boy, no Avios
Collect the bag, then fly home, adiòs
Believe me, ask Maximum
Paddy or Felix, no accident
Man are the realest, from trap to this
Man, am I dreamin'? No
Businessman, I shot beats and flows
Boy Better Know, CEO
Shut ya mouth, deep it, yo
Number one dad, it ain't even close
You can't chat to Remi or Rose
Don't make sense, like vegan coats
Adenuga on the sleeve of my clothes
Try touch one of my people, bro
I'll leave my line, and their feet'll pose (Yo, pass)
Huh, yeah, they rate me
Thinkin' I'm a gimmick, ADHD
I got a little button, click it
Not FlyStr8, can't fuckin' kick it
What? Asshole fat, the girl Streatham, wid it, what?
This might sound wicked, wicked, what?
Gimme ten seconds, I'll knackers missus, huh?
How I whip out my lil' long john and kiss it, love?
Turn it up, bass heatin', heatin', what?
Swifta Beater, clickin', clickin' what?
Jme the teacher, spittin', spittin', what?
Leo stay trillin', trillin', what?
This flow is skippin', skippin', what?
Tag team like Jordan and Pippin, what?
Tag team like fried chip and chicken, what?
In the booth, phone ringin', ringin', what? (Huh?)
Ring where? No phone in the booth, cuz
Don't give a damn if it's your dad or your shooter
I don't want beats on your Android computer
OF for bro, log out your user
Jm— big rap and producer
LST, young man, and seduce her
DPD, still package your crew, cuz
32T, bro (What?), try not to lose one
Might need a new one
Dental implant, fly kick, fly straight, kick out your molar
Get away, bruck up Toyota Corola
Onstage, front to the back, they show love
Backstage, vocals, oh, no Ricola
See me with a big boy glass, but oh yeah
This still water, not Pepsi cola
StayTrill, come chat to them, let me pass the controller (Yo)
Ay, Jme, this shit's new caliber
Big smoke, no canister, wrap it up
I don't know shit about roads
But the bros still gotta shot coke, no barista
Try take a photo? Bro, bag 'em up
Wrist cold, and my shit's gold, like Alistair
I'm at a funeral with a bally set an angle, I don't gamble
So no [?]
