Gangsta Song Lyrics

Gangsta by Yg

Uh-oh

You say you affiliated but you never caught one
It’s body counts around this b**ch 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 “Damn, 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 beheaded
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

Nigga, 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 nigga’s poppin’, mostly made up
My b**ch, 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**ch, your hood disown you (Uh-oh)
You hop on the ‘Gram and talk that sh*t
My niggas 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**ch
The Lamborghini, yeah, I bought that b**ch
Nine with a thirty on it and I brought this b**ch
Spit on the dick, toot it up from the back
Beat your ass-crack, yeah, I taught that b**ch
I buy her bags so often, her look can’t be real, man, I bought this b**ch
Pop-pop-pop-pop you for a nigga chain, I’ma have to spark this b**ch

Nigga, 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 nigga’s poppin’ mostly made up
My b**ch, 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