"Gay Gangsta" lyrics

Pink cuffs, Pink Bandanas
Texas to Atlanta
Don't fuck with my paper
You don't ever wanna meet a gay gangsta
Roll up like a hot wheel, I fuck a bitch up with a high heel
All love for my savior, but you don't ever wanna meet a Gay Gangsta

Don't fuck with me till I say Howdy Bitch
Can't turn a hood Texas boy into a Cali Bitch
My game rowdy like I'm at a pep rally Bitch
Smile in your face then beat your face in the alley bitch
I choke a bitch out with a fake weave
Make em swallow glitter till they can't breathe
If Shit talkin a bitch is your pet peeve
Keep a sharp unicorn horn up your left sleeve

Pink cuffs, Pink Bandanas
Texas to Atlanta
Don't fuck with my paper
You don't ever wanna meet a gay gangsta
Roll up like a hot wheel, I fuck a bitch up with a high heel
All love for my savior, but you don't ever wanna meet a Gay Gangsta

If it a bad bitch street we rule it and if your going to be the bitch with the bag bejewel it
If it's a gun no pun, just cock it and pull it
And baby just for fun we use poppers for bullets
Racks on racks on racks till we make bail
Gay Gangtas ain't scared of no jail
And if the cops got questions no can do, no can do, all I gotta say is whoops
I broke a nail

Pink cuffs, Pink Bandanas
Texas to Atlanta
Don't fuck with my paper
You don't ever wanna meet a gay gangsta
Roll up like a hot wheel, I fuck a bitch up with a high heel
All love for my savior, but you don't ever wanna meet a Gay Gangsta

Don't fuck around with my gang
Don't mess with my riches
Broke bitches know snitches get stiches
Don't fuck around with my gang
Tell the popo give our asses some kisses
We the fags with sags in our britches

Pink cuffs, Pink Bandanas
Texas to Atlanta
Don't fuck with my paper
You don't ever wanna meet a gay gangsta
Roll up like a hot wheel, I fuck a bitch up with a high heel
All love for my savior, but you don't ever wanna meet a Gay Gangsta