Uh (Zaytoven)I was scaling grams watching Yo MTV Jams (for real)Now Im the richest nigga in my fam (for real)Forty percent goes straight to Uncle Sam (f*ck it)But that aint shit Im out here goin ham (f*ck it)Lamb-chop dinners I come straight from Spam (nigga)Lamb talk nigga I just scraped my rims (scraped em)Mil talks with some real boss niggasBad bitches wanna know how much I live cost nigga (ayy)Zay in here with me thats cloth talk nigga (thats cloth talk nigga)Me Mick and JB thats boss talk nigga (boss talk boy)And yeah we all fall out but we aint gon fall off nigga (aint never gon fall off nigga)Niggas say this and that but you know thats all talk nigga (they all talk)I dont stress nothing under 500K thats small talkCant come kick it with us f*ck nigga your balls soft (ayy)5 10 15K thats what the doll cost niggaI dont ever get no IG beef I logoff on niggas (G Herbo)In the Porsche truck Im high cant see my front lights got the fogNever lived in a neighborhood nice like this all my life bout to jogMy nigga bout to buy his mama a house cause I dont ball hogI came from nothing young nigga got millions in my call log (Ms)We was riding high cars like eleven twelve (eleven twelve)High speed chase crash second time in jail (second time in jail)4th of July in the hood I went back to hellBut I still blend in with my killers though they treat me wellUhI was scaling grams watching Yo MTV Jams (for real)Now Im the richest nigga in my fam (ayy for real)Forty percent goes straight to Uncle Sam (straight to Uncle Sam f*ck it)But that aint shit Im out here goin ham (that aint shit Im out here goin ham ayy)Lamb-chop dinners I come straight from Spam (we was eating Spam nigga)Lamb talk nigga I just scraped my rims (scraped my rims)Mil talks with some real boss niggas (mil talks with some real boss niggas)Bad bitches wanna know how much I live cost nigga (ayy)We dont know no Ls we just throw up Ls (Ls)We was warring well I know how to throw em well (baow)Talking slang cause they a tellPull up meet us by the ShellMy first curve through the mail I was nervous as hellMy first show ten-thousand fans I was nervous a lilSmoking OG in a Swisher rock that bitch I faced my fearRockin shit I made a career aint know bout what I made in a yearBeen through shit but Im hereEverybody say Im top tierAnd I aint even really blossomed for real (for real)Made a mil but I be grinding like its impossible stillShining like I aint lose no diamonds I aint even got em for real (I aint even got em for real)Fighting a case I aint left since May but that shit aint stopping me stillIm in the stu at night like Im in the stu at night likeI aint got two-hundred songs on tuckI dont give a f*ck Ill blow in broad day like I aint that nigga or somethingPut it away like I aint even make that cake like Im Jigga or somethingNiggasll return to Denby lookin at me like he giving me somethingUh (f*ck that)I was scaling grams watching Yo MTV Jams (for real)Now Im the richest nigga in my fam (richest nigga in my fam for real)Forty percent goes straight to Uncle Sam (forty percent to Uncle Sam)But that aint shit Im out here goin ham (that aint shit Im goin ham f*ck it)Lamb-chop dinners I come straight from Spam (come straight from eatin Spam nigga)Lamb talk nigga I just scraped my rims (scraped em)Mil talks with some real boss niggas (mil talks boss niggas)Bad bitches wanna know how much I live cost nigga (ayy)

(On foenem grave)(On foenem grave)(On foenem grave)(On foenem grave) hell nahOn foenem that shit so funny folk (on foenem grave)(On foenem grave)(On foenem grave)Yeah (on foenem grave)I lost a lot of my niggas Uh a lot of my niggasPour alcohol out for my niggasHuh you know youll get shot for my niggas (baow)Gettin high right now for my niggas Get money and pick up right after my niggas When I die Ima take this shit with meRan my sack up went got the 150 iced out uh (uh)Ima let the beat breath you know you know me manYall know me same nigga you know what Im saying Had everything lost everythingAll my niggas all this money Took somethin made nothin from nothin Uh I lost my bronem to gunfireIf I call em foenem they one of mineAnd we woke up sinning by sunriseI seen gunfire like a hunnid timesAnd they gon keep sitting in the house looking sad and sorryI cried like a hunnid times yo pain cant take away my painBut we dont give a f*ck spin a bunch a times (skrrt)They aint outside when its hunting timeAint nobody outside when its hunting time Everybody always riding when its stunning timeGet the f*ck from round pussy you aint front lineAint a killer I aint never killed a nigga but you better not ever push meIm a only tell you one timeIf you my nigga I love you do anything for youBut Im only let you cross me one timeYeah thats on foenem grave (thats on foenem)Real Essex baby (Essex baby) Im with project baby uh (project baby)Then you hear the beat start changing (yeah)Thats my blessings raining (for real) Nigga lil project babySay I got the check start changing uhNigga on foenem grave Im playing with a check thats dangerousThis shit a make you homies start cryingThis shit turn you family to strangers (for real) It really be family to strangers (for real)Everybody got bills they paying (they do)Everybody got secrets they aint saying (they do)Everybody fighting demons and angels (they is)Everybody fell in love with labels (they did)Everybody wanna go do what they do (they did)Every baby mama work in the clubAint no niggas putting food on the tableEvery woman now want her a thug Then who gon be there to raise lil blood?Wasnt nobody there to raise Lil GageShit he the same age lil cuzRemember I aint give a f*ck bout nothingI was bout the same age lil sisMama talking bout give her a hugShit I need somebody to show me loveI was out there getting shot at with thugsI aint had nobody tell me nothingSeeing mansions we came from the slumsHow the f*ck she just cant be good (come on)My crib way out the way we good (uh)But I still might just come say whats up? (What up?)OG way out the way she good take a hour to get up wit herTryna put foenem right upGet a chance to show you better stuffBoard a flight put that Barretta up (put it up)Dont nobody else wanna let upAint nobody like us Go all the way with my niggas whats up?Yeah thats why it aint no limits whats up?Everybody under No Limit what up?Nigga go get you some cheddarAint nothing else to do betterAnd if you see me you better (bet up)Im Kobe cappers foreverI lost a lot of my niggas Uh a lot of my niggasUh pour alcohol out for my niggasHuh you know youll get shot for my niggas Gettin high right now for my niggas Get money and pick up right after my niggas When I die Ima take this shit with meRan my sack up went got the 150 iced out(On foenem grave)(On foenem grave)(On foenem grave)(On foenem grave)(On foenem grave)(On foenem grave)(On foenem grave)(On foenem grave)

Uh ayy(Dj Victorious we mean the business)Aint no weed rolled up over there?Damn one more time Aint no weed rolled up back there?F*ck it hand me that cupUh (damn Wonder you made this beat? Dang)YeahMy lil niggas itching he gon take on all missionsBetter not play the field pussy Im gon have my dog sick emShoot it out with the whole city all .50s all glizziesPop out wearing black masks we know most of yall witnessesWar between some young niggas likely to involve bitchesNext thing got a wall for the deceased room full of all picturesFeds wanna catch a nigga bad know they all wishingIm getting rich so suck a nigga dick I know that yall listeningChains on me all glistening (uh) blur a bitch vision (ayy)Difference is you in that 560 Im balling out (Im in that 650)But just like John Maranch you didnt pick meBitch grizzly thought I lost it but I really didntBig Frisbee started on the block now Im worldwideNigga I been trending before verified (I been trending before verified)When I saw a murder I wasnt terrified (I wasnt terrified)Stuck up in this shit like Im paralyzed (like Im paralyzed)Gangsters gon unite one day our day arrives (our day arrives)Thankful for my life I pray I stay alive (I pray I stay alive)Movin like the man cause I got bread now (I got bread now)I cant let the fame get to my head now (uh-uh)Thousand dollar cash mil scullys on my head nowBut niggas I was thuggin with gettin money with they dead nowPain in me keep flames with me nigga black out just see red I wised up might contradict myself on shit I saidI be tryna slow up like Herbo nigga use your headGot a bodyguard but nigga be really dependin on that leadNigga not no reptile nothing but tears and bloodshedNigga not erectile but I keep one up in the headNiggas fucked up in the head you get one up in ya headFeel like Im one up in my head niggas like Whats up in ya head?Oh thats just tough luck cause he scared Niggas gettin tucked up in they bedOh you a killa? Why you aint slid? Whats them face tats and them dreadsYou a pussy boy (pussy) go on hits but you keep missingYou a rookie or (rookie ass) hollows poppin through your skin like some cooking oilHe aint really with the sin he a pussy boy (he a pussy)Go on let the smokers in we been lookin for us

UhWhat you doing?Really?You know Im coming over right?(Now baby tell me what you wanna do?)Had a long day?Tell me all about itNeed anything? Just call I got itOn ya freaky days Im all about itNigga like me erry time I leave home I got it But I still stand tall without itDont lie to me cause you cant get around thatWont mention bruh but I know all about thatHop in the car you cant know where my house atDont need a bed we can f*ck where the couch atLambo keys where my Balenci pouch atFull of potential just aint got a scout yetOn my my way baby just let me know where the route atEver met a nigga like me? I doubt thatYou from the west or the south side?Skin tone have a nigga staring with his mouth wideEither way Ima hit the line when Im outsideFamily dollar signs Im still bout mineWhen you looking at me with the side eyeLike you tryna ride be my valentineIm still a street nigga and you know itReally wanna be with you just dont show itMissing ya smell when I go on tourGotta go work but I do want some moreI told you its no limit to my lovingGirl you need a soldierTalk aggressive but thats just because I need to mold youI aint staying out all night tonight I need to hold youLet me hit it like a G supposed toBaby you need a riderSomeone to hold you down someone to stand beside youDont hesitate to call whatever you need I got youLet me be your stress reliefLet me f*ck you fast asleepIma make you feel so completeLast time you cheatedShe aint fulfilling them needsShe dont make you feel completePut you at ease she aint gone freak you like meMake you get down on one kneePretty petite Ill turn you into a freakIll give you just what you needBoy what you doing?You know she dont know what to do with a nigga that come from the streetsI cant stand when Im mad at you I just wanna be nice to youYoure the only nigga who who could handle my attitudeBoy just call when youre outside you know Im down to rideDont act like you dont know you need some Ann up in your lifeI told you its no limit to my lovingGirl you need a soldierTalk aggressive but thats just because I need to mold youI aint staying out all night tonight I need to hold youLet me hit it like a G supposed toBaby you need a rider (you need a rider)Someone to hold you down someone to stand beside you (stand beside you)Dont hesitate to call whatever you need I got you (need I got you)Let me be your stress relief Let me f*ck you fast asleep (let me f*ck you fast asleep)Ima make you feel so complete (make you feel so complete)Oh-oh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

Uh (pew)Swerve (grrt)Big Swerve make the money weight go up (phew) man downAyy (lay in the back with a mask) get readyAyy (lay in the bushes the grass)Grrah (wait til he walk up and spaz)Grrah (lil bro gon hawk em he fast grrah)Member what happened to the last oneHopped out and smashed em lil brodie blast emOppers see me on the plasmaI know they mad we used to harass emTook a rap check bought high seatsOnly for action dont care if we crash emGotta learn how to war shit not sweetMet lil cuz cross town for a swap meetNever seen a nigga get hit? Just watch meNights I couldnt sleep takin Perky and RoxyWe only sparin him we see a car seatHe in the area and said he gon pop meChiraq boy we invented drillsWay before rap been on plenty drillsYou dont wanna feel how them bitches feelMad Max playin Call of Duty had fifty killsBitch niggas tighten up your clicks when you in the fieldTellin YouTube that they props but them bitches realWhere I come from praise niggas with wicked skillsFor a nickel lay his ass down like a BenadrylYou could never war with the gang cause you sensitiveStand on smoke til its none take initiativeOvernight we was tryna lamp where they bitches liveIf we get caught everybody gettin fifty yearsAint no more feelings already shed plenty tearsDid my first hit out the whip hurt a nigga ears (fah)Free my nigga Gil big dawg got twenty yearsThats the reason lil folks at these bitches heads(Lay in the back with a mask) ayy get ready(Lay in the bushes the grass)Grrah (wait til he walk up and spaz)Grrah (lil bro gon hawk em he fast)Member what happened to the last oneHopped out and smashed em lil brodie blast emOppers see me on the plasmaI know they mad we used to harass em (huh? Baow baow baow)We aint gon talk we gon blast em (we gon what?)I catch em and up it in traffic (skrrt)Got a cool on that Glock cause its plastic (baow)Gotta watch for the cops it get drastic (skrrt)I been in that field when shit got realI seen my nigga get blasted (I seen my nigga get hit)I coulda hit my bro in the headI was shootin and aimin it backwards (f*ck)I went to bat with the batters (with the batters)I went to trap with the trappers (with the trappers)I been that nigga since I was a shortyAnd none of them niggas was factors (they all whoopties)I known them niggas since they was a shortyAnd all of them niggas is actors (they all whoopties)I do this shit with no practice (woo)Rich and famous but Im active (woo woo)Lay in the back with a maskLay in the bushes the grass (grrah)Wait til he walk up and spaz (grrah)Lil bro gon hawk em he fast nah (grrah)Member what happened to the last oneHopped out and smashed em lil brodie blast emOppers see me on the plasmaI know they mad we used to harass emTook a rap check bought high seatsOnly for action dont care if we crash emGotta learn how to war shit not sweetMet lil cuz cross town for a swap meetNever seen a nigga get hit? Just watch meNights I couldnt sleep takin Perky and RoxyWe only sparin him we see a car seatHe in the area and said he gon pop meChiraq boy we invented drillsWay before rap been on plenty drillsYou dont wanna feel how them bitches feelMad Max playin Call of Duty had fifty kills

Yung Lan on the trackTrauma ToneKeyReal street nigga aint no flaws in me (Aint no flaws in me)Half a ticket on me and I aint brought it all with me (Count up!)If you my nigga I keep it real I let you ball with me (I let you ball with me)They caught us with it I took the charge aint let you fall with me (What charge?)And I aint gon let you walk with me if you aint crawl with me (If you aint chill with me)Ten chains on but I aint brought it all with meBail thunderstorm pounds dropping by the 50s (Dropping mad 50s)First foreign I ever had was a 650 (Skrt skrt)Me and 550 had pounds for 450 (450)My partner Ty gave me half on 650 (Skrt skrt)F*ck the feds free Trotter and OG RickyIm part of the Mob just like Gotti get the scrap 50 (Brrap)And I aint leaving out the house without the sack with me (Racks)At sixteen I was in school and I had crack with me (Cocaine or?)Everyday breaking in houses me and Mark PettyStayed down got us 36 call it Jerome BettisF*ck the money up and told Side bring a 50 (Count up)100 a piece from Slime and Future thats a quarter milli (Count up)In 6 months I made 2 Ms stretching work like a gymI love my niggas just like brothers so thank God for them (Street)Real street nigga aint no flaws in me (Aint no flaws in me)Half a ticket on me and I aint brought it all with me (Count up!)If you my nigga I keep it real I let you ball with me (I let you ball with me)They caught us with it I took the charge aint let you fall with me (What charge?)And I aint gon let you walk with me if you aint crawl with me (If you aint chill with me)Ten chains on but I aint brought it all with meBail thunderstorm pounds dropping by the 50s (Dropping mad 50s)First foreign I ever had was a 650 (Skrt skrt)Bought that 9 milli from Q BayBay cost me 650Used to punch on niggas with Scooby and JJFoe caught a body I was sendin him JPayI aint wanna die was only in 6th gradeWe was getting shot at Im calling ShayShayI know last week sent my momma a dubThen walked in Barneys and spent like 8KI was like fifteen up in the clubGlock under my belt had that bitch on hugWhen I got shot tell the Police noneMy momma knew she raising a thugWalk in that bitch three empty gunsShe just gon sweep that under the rugMember I ran through that sixty and aint had noneTook some lil pints told him get it in bloodNow Im spending a whole bunch of hundredsA Lil Pint what you sippin the bloodWhat Im is were BloodsWhat Im is a 150 dubsThats how we went on the runWed get bored shoot niggas for funWe try and practice someOh he thought he wasnt no factor huh?Real street nigga aint no flaws in me (Aint no flaws in me)Half a ticket on me and I aint brought it all with me (Count up!)If you my nigga I keep it real I let you ball with me (I let you ball with me)They caught us with it I took the charge aint let you fall with me (What charge?)And I aint gon let you walk with me if you aint crawl with me (If you aint chill with me)Ten chains on but I aint brought it all with meBail thunderstorm pounds dropping by the 50s (Dropping mad 50s)First foreign I ever had was a 650 (Skrt skrt)

BIA BIAEstoy frío Im way colderOoh Im comin mentirosaEl palomo no me joda (no me jodas)Customed Urus it came ordered (skrrt skrrt)He know Im that bitch in here ahoraHe call me abusadora (ay)Papi tú lo sabe que lo vengo al cheque (que lo vengo al cheque)These niggas is cappin they should wear a sombrero (ay)I will share my man before I share my dinero (oh)Muerta on my money money on my cabello (BIA BIA)I make international plays (ay)Papi tú lo sabe que lo vengo al cheque ay (que lo vengo al cheque)I make international plays (ay)Papi tú lo sabe que lo vengo al cheque (G Herbo)Baby mama Spanish thats my mamacita (thats my mamacita)Herbo always in some drama I stay in they mouth like MargaritasRun my hood like Malcolm X cause Im a leader (you know that) (a boss)When we met she told me that she aint no ho but thats how Ima treat her (Ima treat her)ay plus we speak in code ay (speak in code)Wanna f*ck me in the Rolls damn we bein bold come onUrus be huggin the road (skrrt) (baby)Ask can she borrow my soul (maybe)Get in we ready to go babyDont ask no questions just roll baby (just roll lets go)Tote this you my shooterTeach me somethin be my tutor (yeah)F*ck them bitches they basuraLet me show you how I maneuverIn them trenches duckin RICOs (duckin RICOs)Stickin to the G code (Im a G)When you with me Im a chico (Im a chico)Give me a besito (oh) mwahI do this shit for mi gente for my people (uh)One thing I will never suck is a broke nigga bicho (sheesh)I just spent like thirty racks with my amigo (cash)He dont have no Instagram cause all my brothers fightin RICOsSo he gas me up a jet to Puerto Rico (skrr skrr)Whole pandemic still outside so I cant sit next to new people (I cant sit next to new people)Cómprame new Cartier Im like Tan bonito (Tan bonito)All this money in my bag the only thing I necesito (BIA BIA)I make international plays (ay)Papi tú lo sabe que lo vengo al cheque ay (que lo vengo al cheque)I make international plays (ay)Papi tú lo sabe que lo vengo al cheque (prr cash)

(Gold Haze on the track)Ayy just sit back see how I play it Shiesty switched it up a notchLet the dope cook on the stove we turn the eye down watch the pot1017 round my chain so I tote the same mount of shotsPalm Angels denim huggin me pockets keep growin knotsAnd I aint had shit when I got out had to snake my way to the topLeft two men down we got em shot brr brr switch out the GlockMug around me get you popped I treat everybody like oppsWe move with flip phones and pagers cause them iPhones get shit lockedMy operation too major I pose cause the feds watchinBuy firearms and narcotics do first-degree boys and robberiesHad these rollin Backwoods of them dead opps I had to sparkDouble cup filled up with Wocky that medicine in my bodyI signed a deal and went and bought a P put the vacuum seals in my projectsYou wanna order up a hunnid? Sixty bags of em was garbageYou know Im slimy as it get I got outta here off a nogginAnd no I cant put out my fire thats a never not even probablySince a youngin been shit poppin since Truey joggers and RobinsWe backseat niggas for flodgin leave your head like Dennis RodmansWhen I pop out Richard Mille bet they say Shiesty the hardestBeside rap I was gettin rich regardlessI got this shit forever tatted on me king of my apartmentsEverybody keep on yappin til them .62 get to sparkinCut the block off stop the trafficThe cops come through this Drac gon park itBrr brr big brr brr brr brr brr brrAyy just sit back see how I play it Shiesty switched it up a notchLet the dope cook on the stove we turn the eye down watch the pot1017 round my chain so I tote the same mount of shotsPalm Angels denim huggin me pockets keep growin knotsAnd I aint had shit when I got out had to snake my way to the topLeft two men down we got em shot brr brr switch out the GlockMug around me get you popped I treat everybody like oppsWe move with flip phones and pagers cause them iPhones get shit lockedMy operation too major I pose cause the feds watchinSo I stay drippin on the daily I know that them boys clockin(brr)Got a .40 on me right now I aint never scared (never scared know that)Ill shoot this bitch up right now cause I never cared (bah)Gangster to the core with the war like a leather-headEyes hurt they sore cause I seen some shit I never saidThinking about my boy dont sip Remy I just pour itWe got blow outs on the score we couldnt catch em so his brother deadBring it to your door spent a milli ran up fourBig ol hammer like Im Thor cause my Cubans cost a hundred grandStupid is you stupid? I got one up I shoot it (grrt)I got bands on a man rock designer like I loot itBloody hearts Im not cupid seven cars this my new whip (skrt)Front line where I stood for your hood you aint do shit pussy (f*ck nigga)Brr brr brr brr brr big brr brr

F*ck you and f*ck your mama f*ck your familyF*ck everybody that care about youF*ck your whole life goodbyeHOOLIGANS!Back the f*ck up!Get rowdy get rowdy get rowdy get rowdyGet rowdy get rowdy get rowdy get rowdy (yeah!)F*ck up the street! (f*ck it up)Run up tweak (run it up)Call up police (police at?)The problem is me! (problem is me)Im rowdy we rowdy get rowdy get rowdyGet rowdy get rowdy get rowdy get rowdyI walk in the spot I dont dance (uh)I got my Glock in my pants (uhh)Call up the gang and they mans (uh)Call up the gang and they mans (woo!)Hey gang gang in this shitLet me make an introductionBitch yo face can meet my fist (fight me then)F*ck a fight I keep my glizIm on 53 where Nikko liveAint got no son thats on my kids (HOOLIGANS!)SaveMoney Still Alive niggaStill bangin on the 6 and on the 5 niggaWho wanna slide nigga? (where you at?)On 47th thats what we reppinF*ck the number after 11Bitch I been with Joey Purp and gang gang since 07I dont say names niggas steady gangbangBoy you need a ref you false flaggingAnd I cant get caught lackingIm about that pole actionI keep that strap on meAnd my Girbaud saggingGet rowdy get rowdy get rowdy get rowdyGet rowdy get rowdy get rowdy get rowdy (yeah!)F*ck up the street (f*ck it up)Run up tweak (run it up)Call up police (police at?)The problem is me (problem is me)Im rowdy we rowdy get rowdy get rowdyGet rowdy get rowdy get rowdy get rowdy(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)I walk in the spot I dont dance (uh)I got my Glock in my pants (uh)Call up the gang and they mans (uh)Call up the gang and they mansRowdy we rowdyNo limit Im bout it bout itGang gang everyday I shout itA nigga house we be outside it2015 we was slidin we slidinFucking nobody outside over hereMight as well go slide on the 5-endLet me bail out on my side thenSpin the block twice they hidingMake sure the kids get safe to schoolSo we pop out like 9 10And we back out on the nine againWhole lot of drink not the HeinekenI just got a brand new finWet his shirt up he trying to swimUsed to repent and sin againBuy a new whip get a dent againUsed to go to dinner eat inI was like you must want Wendys again?Stacking it down to the pennies I amI want to buy a LambAdriatic I retire himGet rowdy get rowdy get rowdy get rowdyGet rowdy get rowdy get rowdy get rowdy (yeah!)F*ck up the street (f*ck it up)Run up tweak (run it up)Call up police (police at?)The problem is me (problem is me)Im rowdy we rowdy get rowdy get rowdyGet rowdy get rowdy get rowdy get rowdy(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)I walk in the spot I dont dance (uh)I got my Glock in my pants (uh)Call up the gang and they mans (uh)Call up the gang and they mansSaveMoney Still AliveAye why you be tryin to send it up wit everybody bro?F*ck motherfuckers on that! Aint no one-on-ones bitch

I aint have a wave I had to make oneJumped off the porch together dont mean your ass a day-oneI sensed youd snake a nigga you love I seen the hate comeI seen Larry Hoover in the hood I mean a fake oneNiggas in heaven having a gangsta party (gangsta)Seen this right here this a gangsta story (gangsta)Gangsta (gangsta gangsta)My Rollie finally dance OTF a family planWe aint have no car to slide on opps I used my family vanLost Iris I died Nuski died feel like I died againFresh out the feds came talk to you they gon try to tie me inIma put my money inside this music cause I cant buy a friendI tried like three four times with a nigga I love I cant try it againI choose you over you I wont decide againThey having a gangsta party in heaven I wish theyd let us inNiggas in heaven having a gangsta party (gangsta)Seen this right here this a gangsta story (gangsta)Gangsta (gangsta gangsta)GangstaI was on a mission with my mans (for real)Gun-powdered up now Im pissing on my handsWe just picking up on what them older niggas nem was saying16 we got fanned down caught us with our pants downI was on the block last Glock 9 rocks glassStop signs hot cars filled with gas black maskIf he making rap disses he cant get no Raq passFail how you think you gone excel with your black ass? (Nigga)Crack-baby pops left when it got badLay in pallets all your clothes in black bagAlmost drove that boy insane so he got a bagNow he hopping off the plane he got jet lag (ayy)Saw a murder just a kid he was traumatizedKept his Glock now he locked for a homicide (bop)And he aint trippin that he sitting in a boxCause it is what it is and its not what its not niggaNiggas in heaven having a gangsta party (gangsta)Seen this right here this a gangsta story (gangsta)Gangsta (gangsta gangsta)I was raised around gangstas fell in love with dangerDeep up in these streets might have to fall in love with strangersHouse party thirty deep we came strapped all bangersIt was more than five shooters so we clapped all anglesWhere Im from a nigga die the whole cityll try to claim himWhere Im from you dont make it you gotta die to be famousMy lil cause walking with a gun I wish he stayed with gamingI cant say Id die for yall for real cause I see the streets changinWhen the worst enemy died on the other side I aint feel itI dont talk to Master P just cause of Herb I claim no limitThen I seen him with his new girl text his phone like Bro you winningOne-fifty and one-fifty thats three hunnid it aint no differenceThis a gangsta partyThis a gangsta partyThis a gangsta partyThis a gangsta partyNiggas in heaven having a gangsta party (gangsta)Seen this right here this a gangsta story (gangsta)Gangsta (gangsta gangsta)

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Lyricist- Andre Eric Proctor

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You want me to love you, always tell me, I just wanna f*ckKnow sometimes you wish that you ignored me when I said, "what's up"And she got a man (I don't like no pictures when she on the 'Gram)Can't be fuckin' fans (she was sneakin' pictures with me off the xans)I ain't never took a bitch on datesHit ...

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Uh (Zaytoven)I was scaling grams watching 'Yo MTV Jams' (for real)Now I'm the richest nigga in my fam (for real)Forty percent goes straight to Uncle Sam (f*ck it)But that ain't shi...Read Full Lyrics

" Spam 2 Lamb Artist - G Herbo

(On foenem grave)(On foenem grave)(On foenem grave)(On foenem grave) hell nahOn foenem that shit so funny, folk (on foenem grave)(On foenem grave)(On foenem grave)Yeah (on foenem g...Read Full Lyrics

" ONFG Artist - G Herbo

Uh, ayy(Dj Victorious, we mean the business)Ain't no weed rolled up over there?Damn, one more time Ain't no weed rolled up back there?F*ck it, hand me that cupUh (damn Wonder, you ...Read Full Lyrics

" Smoke Artist - G Herbo

UhWhat you doing?Really?You know I'm coming over right?(Now baby tell me what you wanna do?)Had a long day?Tell me all about itNeed anything? Just call, I got itOn ya freaky days I...Read Full Lyrics

" Stress Relief Artist - Ann Marie

Uh (pew)Swerve (grrt)Big Swerve make the money weight go up (phew), man downAyy (lay in the back with a mask), get readyAyy (lay in the bushes, the grass)Grrah (wait 'til he walk u...Read Full Lyrics

" Drill Artist - Rowdy Rebel

Yung Lan on the trackTrauma ToneKeyReal street nigga, ain't no flaws in me (Ain't no flaws in me)Half a ticket on me and I ain't brought it all with me (Count up!)If you my nigga, ...Read Full Lyrics

" No Flaws Artist - Young Scooter

BIA, BIAEstoy frío, I'm way colderOoh, I'm comin', mentirosaEl palomo, no me joda' (no me jodas)Customed Urus, it came ordered (skrrt, skrrt)He know I'm that bitch, in here ahoraH...Read Full Lyrics

" BESITO Artist - G Herbo

(Gold Haze on the track)Ayy, just sit back, see how I play it, Shiesty switched it up a notchLet the dope cook on the stove, we turn the eye down, watch the pot1017 'round my chain...Read Full Lyrics

" Switch it Up Artist - Pooh Shiesty

"F*ck you and f*ck your mama, f*ck your familyF*ck everybody that care about youF*ck your whole life, goodbye"HOOLIGANS!Back the f*ck up!Get rowdy, get rowdy, get rowdy, get rowdyG...Read Full Lyrics

" Rowdy Artist - Vic Mensa

I ain't have a wave, I had to make oneJumped off the porch together don't mean your ass a day-oneI sensed you'd snake a nigga you love, I seen the hate comeI seen Larry Hoover in t...Read Full Lyrics

" Party In Heaven Artist - Lil Durk