Gangsta歌词
歌手：YG 专辑：Kommunity Service
作词 : Keenon Jackson/Timothy Patterson
作曲 : Keenon Jackson/Timothy Patterson
(Uh-oh)
You say you affiliated but you never caught one
It's body counts around this b*tch and you ain't got one
On the sucker's side with this fully ridin' shotgun
And I been prayin' for a long time, it beat that hot one
They be like "D**n, homie,"yeah
They took your chain and you ain't blam, homie?
What the f**k wrong with you dudes?
I got this stick in my sweater
Play with glicky, no jammin'
Throw on my hoodie, no cameras
I poured a brick in this Fanta, then pour it out for the dead ones
I get your big dawg be headed
Ayy, that's on Jesus we steppin'
Landlord on the necklace
I put on for the section, it ain't no second guessing
Could've lost my life in these
Trenches, was given second chances, yeah
Ni**a, I'm a gangster, I done got my rank up
Lamborghini, 'Raris, when we poppin' out, we paid up
F**k I look like laid up?
How you think we came up?
All that gangster sh*t that ni**a's poppin', mostly made
My b*tch, she a A-plus, make her hold the banger
That's lil' bae, she gon' take the case and keep it gangster
Sh*t, clan we flamed up
Fully when I yank somethin'
Nigga play with anything I love, get yellow-taped up
I got milli's on milli's
Haha to the bank like it's silly
This P-hat don't stand for Philly
This sh*t Piru, do you feel me?
This sh*t forever, it's with me
Slime business, it's sticky
My life a movie, need Emmy's
I slide with it on me, don't tempt me
I got a problem, I know it
And I ain't 'fraid to show it
I sip the drank like it's water
I f**ked her raw, I be hoin'
My true colors be showin'
That sh*t red, it be glowin'
You hardly hood, you ain't gangster
B*tch, your hood disown you(uh-oh)
You hop on the 'Gram and talk that sh*t
My ni**as in the street, they spark that sh*t
The loudest man in the room get off
When you grew up in the streets, you was taught that sh*t
You ain't from the streets, never walked that sh*t
Or the P or the B, you know fall for it
The game don't know you, you soft as sh*t
Take his chain, f**k his b*tch
The Lamborghini, yeah, I bought that b*tch
Nine with a thirty on it and I brought this b*tch
Spit on the d*ck, toot it up from the back
Beat your ass-crack, yeah, I taught that b*tch
I buy her bags so often,
Her look can't be real, man, I bought this b*tch
Pop-pop-pop-pop you for a ni**a chain, I'ma have to spark this b*tch
Ni**a, I'm a gangster, I done got my rank up
Lamborghini, 'Raris, when we poppin' out, we paid up
F**k I look like laid up?
How you think we came up?
All that gangster sh*t that ni**a's poppin' mostly made
My b*tch, she a A-plus, make her hold the banger
That's lil' bae, she gon' take the case and keep it gangster
Sh*t, clan we flamed up
Fully when I yank somethin'
Ni**a play with anything I love, get yellow-taped up
作曲 : Keenon Jackson/Timothy Patterson
(Uh-oh)
You say you affiliated but you never caught one
It's body counts around this b*tch and you ain't got one
On the sucker's side with this fully ridin' shotgun
And I been prayin' for a long time, it beat that hot one
They be like "D**n, homie,"yeah
They took your chain and you ain't blam, homie?
What the f**k wrong with you dudes?
I got this stick in my sweater
Play with glicky, no jammin'
Throw on my hoodie, no cameras
I poured a brick in this Fanta, then pour it out for the dead ones
I get your big dawg be headed
Ayy, that's on Jesus we steppin'
Landlord on the necklace
I put on for the section, it ain't no second guessing
Could've lost my life in these
Trenches, was given second chances, yeah
Ni**a, I'm a gangster, I done got my rank up
Lamborghini, 'Raris, when we poppin' out, we paid up
F**k I look like laid up?
How you think we came up?
All that gangster sh*t that ni**a's poppin', mostly made
My b*tch, she a A-plus, make her hold the banger
That's lil' bae, she gon' take the case and keep it gangster
Sh*t, clan we flamed up
Fully when I yank somethin'
Nigga play with anything I love, get yellow-taped up
I got milli's on milli's
Haha to the bank like it's silly
This P-hat don't stand for Philly
This sh*t Piru, do you feel me?
This sh*t forever, it's with me
Slime business, it's sticky
My life a movie, need Emmy's
I slide with it on me, don't tempt me
I got a problem, I know it
And I ain't 'fraid to show it
I sip the drank like it's water
I f**ked her raw, I be hoin'
My true colors be showin'
That sh*t red, it be glowin'
You hardly hood, you ain't gangster
B*tch, your hood disown you(uh-oh)
You hop on the 'Gram and talk that sh*t
My ni**as in the street, they spark that sh*t
The loudest man in the room get off
When you grew up in the streets, you was taught that sh*t
You ain't from the streets, never walked that sh*t
Or the P or the B, you know fall for it
The game don't know you, you soft as sh*t
Take his chain, f**k his b*tch
The Lamborghini, yeah, I bought that b*tch
Nine with a thirty on it and I brought this b*tch
Spit on the d*ck, toot it up from the back
Beat your ass-crack, yeah, I taught that b*tch
I buy her bags so often,
Her look can't be real, man, I bought this b*tch
Pop-pop-pop-pop you for a ni**a chain, I'ma have to spark this b*tch
Ni**a, I'm a gangster, I done got my rank up
Lamborghini, 'Raris, when we poppin' out, we paid up
F**k I look like laid up?
How you think we came up?
All that gangster sh*t that ni**a's poppin' mostly made
My b*tch, she a A-plus, make her hold the banger
That's lil' bae, she gon' take the case and keep it gangster
Sh*t, clan we flamed up
Fully when I yank somethin'
Ni**a play with anything I love, get yellow-taped up
