"Gangsta Ways" lyrics

(This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc)

Yeah, I could put you in Chanel
I bet you look good in that, bae
Your man made ten in a month
I made that shit in a day
Yeah, I'm from the 'Raq, baby
But got a spot down in the A
Got a spot out in LA
We can catch a Lakers game
Yeah, you know I'm gangster, baby
You could be my gangster bae
Sorry I ain't used to love, excuse me for my gangster ways
Yeah, I really come from nothin', you know I had to make a way
Hell nah, I can't trust a soul, this Gen5 on me, make it bang
Yeah
Thoughts of givin' you my name
Swear to God, you picture perfect from your face down to your frame
From your head down to your toes, say my grace and eat you whole
And she like my backshot game, every stroke, I take her soul

Thoughts of givin' you my name
Every stroke, I take her soul

Uh, bitch, you look good in that Benz, you could get the keys, baby
GLE, that AMG, two seats, you and me baby
Turn that pussy to a pack, roll it in my leaf, baby
Love the way you suck it, lot of spit, no teeth, baby
Uh, you know I like that shit
Uh, I might go ice your wrist
Uh, my bitch so stuck up
Gon' get her way, she throwin' a fit
We apply too much pressure, we gon' spank the opps until they quit
My brand-new bitch pressure, she pretty in the face and she got hips
Uh, you know I like your smile
Uh, you know I like that shit
Uh, bae, I'ma dick you down while you play with your clit
I can't let you down or play with your feelings, that's too much of a risk
And I know that if I go without your love, then I just might get sick