Lyrics:
the paint like O'Neil
Been had racks got no deal (no deal)
All these hoes know the deal
Bitch gotta fuck ain't no chill
I go by Mr OutSouf I get his low
hole smell like old tuna
I know this beat old, might sound old to ya
But it's picked out by Trae, Grey
Boss and the Junior
Certified gangsta, slash
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
Gangsta to the bone, I'm on yo' head about my goons ('bout my goons)
Pray I
the tropics
So keep it moving lil homie and just fuckin drop it
Or bring it to me, show me what the fuck y'all bout to do
I'm all by myself, and y'all got ya
'm Tracy Dee, but think of me as Mr. Freeze
Gangsta leanin' on the scene on them twisted deez
Big ballin' mad doggin' like a gangsta ride
As I exit, I
name
[Hook: Mr. Kane]
I'm just a ballin ass niggaro, you best to get ready
Straight out the penitentary, to makin all this feddy
We gangsta rock
pistol
Mr. Whip-Up-In-A-Fisker
With a bitch that be on Insta'
.40 Cal right by my zipper
Knock a nigga out his slippers (boop, boop)
Niggas tryna jack
Man I threw him off, each and every civilian off that I shoot 'em all
Don't even fuck and pull it off
I'm Mr.Raw, Mr.Pull It, I'm cut, niggaz act like
Playboyz shout it, Mr Black and decradrill
Yea your girl say my name, please don't take offense
Have 'em bent like this, suckin' on some gangsta shit
I don't
pretend to be gangsta (Lil' bitch)
Imagine every hood, you gon' make it up, ain't you?
He done made up dead homies, man this nigga a prankster
I got
you talking to
Not me naw not me
He said something bout me
And I dont need your music to dance move to my own beat
Fuck ya lil rap sheet nigga gotta
Rollin in my ride like a young lil mack and I'm bad
By the name of Pacheco
Some of them call me Pachuco
Cause I got the brim hat but right now I ain't zoot
round nigga
These niggas talm bout some switches
I fuck wit binary triggers
Me and KJ in da club
And we just blowing money
We surrounded by bitches
They
liquor and weed was heavy
And have me and corone their dreams
By the time I was seven my mom left my pop
Then we moved to the south side of Yonkers,
cut your side, I heard that nigga too
He was smiling at my face, I'm burning nigga gold
But she never gave a job so he could speak on lil bro
We say
These hoes they love to fuck on YG
Get to jumping on my dick Acrobatic hoe let my cock breathe, she wet like collard greens I told lil Shawty come be
what's up
[Verse One: Snoop Dogg]
The gangstas bang, do that dame thang
Me and my nephew dogghouse keep it tru
Roll that weed, pass that drank
everywhere the Bands Be
Shooters everywhere my mans Be
We get it poppin like a jamboree
Why is you muggin’ lil homie
I see that you thuggin’ lil homie
But why
out
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
I can tell by the way she grabbed me that lil mama done caught feelings
She like how I get down and she already know I
to skeet crack
I represent the slum
Gangsta body dipped in all black
Don't act like you ain't know that
My clique is quick to go at
Any of why yall
pussy up in the place to trip on good times
I'm surrounded by see's D's and double D's
some down ass women that freak me down to they knees
[Mr
(I'm not mr. brightside, I don't deserve a spotlight)
(I'm dreaming on a red eye, as reality seems to fly by)
(I miss texting my best friends, but my
Sorry, lil' mama, I gotta go
Not tryna' hit and run ya but I got another show
It's already check out time plus my plane leaves at four
Give me them
was shot dead or shot injured badly
I'll split that in small pieces
Gangsta, who really throw
Like, who tryna go meet they bro
Tired of smoking that
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