"Gangsta Party With God" lyrics
Trae Tha Truth & Mozzy Lyrics
(feat. Kalan.FrFr)
I was down bad, then I bossed up (Was down bad, then I bossed up)
They switched up when they lost us, woah (Woah, switched up when they lost us)
Run my chain up, don't change up (Uh, huh, huh)
Tell my young niggas, "Stay dangerous"
Dangerous drugs, dangerous hugs, I look at it all the same (Same)
Tell me when it all get strange (Strange)
Is you gon' remain the same? (Same)
Remember when they couldn't call me back
Now they be calling my name (Name)
Niggas'll block your way to the top
You gotta stay in your lane (Lane)
You gotta come Cartier on the lens, you gotta bust up the frame
You gotta Forgi' rim on the Benz (Yeah), you gotta bust out the brain (Woah, woah)
It's gon' hurt your heart to see what these niggas'll do for the fame (Fame)
It's gon' hurt your heart to see what these bitches do for a ring (Ring)
It's gon' hurt your heart when you down and they step on your name
When you get that shit up off of the ground, they ain't gon' look at you the same
Yeah, in that jam, you can't talk to nobody but God
If it jam, that's a gangsta party with God, God (Ooh, yeah)
If it jam, that's a gangsta party with God, God (Ooh)
If it jam, that's a gangsta party with— woah, oh
If it jam, that's a gangsta party with God, God, mm
Yeah, every day, I'm keeping it solid
He was tripping, thinking he got it
Lil' homie stuck in the trenches
I been trying to get him up out it
Hope I don't fuck up my chance, niggas don't make it up out of this shit
Look at my son, shit, I've been proud, he went to styling this shit
Money on money, I'm piling this shit
Paper, I went to filin' this shit
Out of service, why you dialin' my shit?
Crazy, how they be riding my shit
I done went shots all back-to-back
Hope I don't miss, I get 'em surprised daily
I get 'em penalized, I get 'em cooked like a set of fries
Everything here get televised
Huffing and puffing, get minimized
Know if it's up, then you been advised
Break 'til these niggas get pressurized
Know if you slippin', they taking you out
You ain't gon' make it the second you out
Get you pull up, ain't no letting you out
You got to pay, I'm thinnin' you out (If it jam, that's a gangsta party with God, God)
Ooh, yeah
If it jam, that's a gangsta party with God, God (Ooh)
If it jam, that's a gangsta party with— woah, oh
If it jam, that's a gangsta party with God, God, mm
Niggas is hoes, niggas is broads, niggas is frauds, shit
That Rollie ain't real, look at this grill, it's a facade
I'm at the light, sleep at the wheel, caught in a nod off of this Wock'
Way through the hood, I fuck with the knocks, game of twenty, he wipin' the stocks
Know I'll pop it, got her from Stockton, doggy in love, he wifin' a bop
He tyin' a knot, what's up with the drops? You hittin' his phone? You slidin' or not?
Go get you a lid, bust you a top, or nah, you ain't part of this squad
How you ain't checking niggas paperwork like that ain't part of your job?
How you ain't checking niggas paperwork like that ain't part of your job?
Stripped it off the lil' rapper, niggas saw the Cartier was a lie
If it jam, that's a gangster party with— gangster party with God
Jam, that's a gangster party with God
If it jam, that's a gangsta party with God, God (Ooh, yeah)
If it jam, that's a gangsta party with God, God (Ooh)
If it jam, that's a gangsta party with— woah, oh
If it jam, that's a gangsta party with God, God, mm
They switched up when they lost us, woah (Woah, switched up when they lost us)
Run my chain up, don't change up (Uh, huh, huh)
Tell my young niggas, "Stay dangerous"
Dangerous drugs, dangerous hugs, I look at it all the same (Same)
Tell me when it all get strange (Strange)
Is you gon' remain the same? (Same)
Remember when they couldn't call me back
Now they be calling my name (Name)
Niggas'll block your way to the top
You gotta stay in your lane (Lane)
You gotta come Cartier on the lens, you gotta bust up the frame
You gotta Forgi' rim on the Benz (Yeah), you gotta bust out the brain (Woah, woah)
It's gon' hurt your heart to see what these niggas'll do for the fame (Fame)
It's gon' hurt your heart to see what these bitches do for a ring (Ring)
It's gon' hurt your heart when you down and they step on your name
When you get that shit up off of the ground, they ain't gon' look at you the same
Yeah, in that jam, you can't talk to nobody but God
If it jam, that's a gangsta party with God, God (Ooh, yeah)
If it jam, that's a gangsta party with God, God (Ooh)
If it jam, that's a gangsta party with— woah, oh
If it jam, that's a gangsta party with God, God, mm
Yeah, every day, I'm keeping it solid
He was tripping, thinking he got it
Lil' homie stuck in the trenches
I been trying to get him up out it
Hope I don't fuck up my chance, niggas don't make it up out of this shit
Look at my son, shit, I've been proud, he went to styling this shit
Money on money, I'm piling this shit
Paper, I went to filin' this shit
Out of service, why you dialin' my shit?
Crazy, how they be riding my shit
I done went shots all back-to-back
Hope I don't miss, I get 'em surprised daily
I get 'em penalized, I get 'em cooked like a set of fries
Everything here get televised
Huffing and puffing, get minimized
Know if it's up, then you been advised
Break 'til these niggas get pressurized
Know if you slippin', they taking you out
You ain't gon' make it the second you out
Get you pull up, ain't no letting you out
You got to pay, I'm thinnin' you out (If it jam, that's a gangsta party with God, God)
Ooh, yeah
If it jam, that's a gangsta party with God, God (Ooh)
If it jam, that's a gangsta party with— woah, oh
If it jam, that's a gangsta party with God, God, mm
Niggas is hoes, niggas is broads, niggas is frauds, shit
That Rollie ain't real, look at this grill, it's a facade
I'm at the light, sleep at the wheel, caught in a nod off of this Wock'
Way through the hood, I fuck with the knocks, game of twenty, he wipin' the stocks
Know I'll pop it, got her from Stockton, doggy in love, he wifin' a bop
He tyin' a knot, what's up with the drops? You hittin' his phone? You slidin' or not?
Go get you a lid, bust you a top, or nah, you ain't part of this squad
How you ain't checking niggas paperwork like that ain't part of your job?
How you ain't checking niggas paperwork like that ain't part of your job?
Stripped it off the lil' rapper, niggas saw the Cartier was a lie
If it jam, that's a gangster party with— gangster party with God
Jam, that's a gangster party with God
If it jam, that's a gangsta party with God, God (Ooh, yeah)
If it jam, that's a gangsta party with God, God (Ooh)
If it jam, that's a gangsta party with— woah, oh
If it jam, that's a gangsta party with God, God, mm
