Lyrics:
lookin like a novice to me
Now quit talkin to me
Can I vet? All you niggas
Sound retarded to me
Killin these niggas, I'm a general nigga
Turn yo head
back
I trap by day, boy, rap by night
C-Bone in this bitch, College Park trump tight
Do you really wanna know about some gangsta shit?
Do you
gangsta shit
I say No Limit loud, cause we ain't scared of nobody
Organized by P or should I say, John Gotti
Real niggas, put ya guns up if ya feel me
But
through
Bitch, ain't sure right Dro, why the fuck you sniffin' me'
Gangsta, soldier, fruity fruit rolled up
Young Dro, yeah, but all goddamn grown up
a gangsta
These boys got you fooled, no they ain't gangstas
Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan
For nearly three summers, I was known by
shit, I can't believe was goin' down right now
Got a hand, I'm tuckin' 'bout to blast off a couple of rounds
I show you gangsta niggas, T to a T-be,
a (Gangsta gangsta), 2-4-5
Gotta charga on the boost, baby girl you wann' ride?
With a (Gangsta gangsta), Aye!
Yea dat's me, tinted out ridin' durrty,
lookin like a novice to me
Now quit talkin to me
Can I vet? All you niggas
Sound retarded to me
Killin these niggas, I'm a general nigga
Turn yo head
a gangsta
These boys got you fooled, no they ain't gangstas
Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan
For nearly three summers, I was known by
it's your birthday
Where that new Jeezy CD? Put on that Yo Gotti
I'm diggin in your coochie
While we're listenin to Gucci on a rap song
Me and you
it's your birthday
Where that new Jeezy CD? Put on that Yo Gotti
I'm diggin in your coochie
While we're listenin to Gucci on a rap song
Me and you
my nizzle and get your whole body plastered
I remember the wall trick, if you got some manner
Gangsta walk yo' ass over here pumpin' to Banner
Yeah!
his ass, we ran right through it
You out actin like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I
through
Bitch, ain't sure right Dro, why the fuck you sniffin' me'
Gangsta, soldier, fruity fruit rolled up
Young Dro, yeah, but all goddamn grown up
ass, we ran right through it
You out acting like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I
What it do doc
This ya boy yo gotti
You know I'm affiliated with them affiliates
And this is gangsta shit
Gloc forty, dope money make my pants
babe
Lucille: Yo Gotti
Why you lookin' through my phone?
Gotti: Yo, Lucille? Lucille: What?
Gotti: Yo, what the fuck is this?
Lucille: What the fuck is
Threw switches on this blick
But, when he blick 'em, they be glitchin'
Be discrete an keep yo' distance
When it get greasy you can't fix it
Don't be
a gangsta
These boys got you fooled, no they ain't gangstas
Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan
For nearly three summers, I was known by
a gangsta
These boys got you fooled, no they ain't gangstas
Better listen to me man, that's his marketing plan
For nearly three summers, I was known by
Up out of there
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ah shit, you done fucked up now (ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
You done put two
Up out of there
Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party
Ah shit, you done fucked up now (ain't nothin' but a gangsta party)
You done put two
Chi-town to Miami
Houston to mother f***in' LA, we connect n****
With some gangsta s***
Mother f***ers, you frontin' we comin' with heat n****s
AR-15s
What it do doc
This ya boy yo gotti
You know I'm affiliated with them affiliates
And this is gangsta shit
Gloc forty, dope money make my pants
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