Gangster sh*t lyrics

[Intro]
Did you pray today? Did you pray today?
I could di*k you down on some gangster sh*t (Did you pray today?)
I could put you down on the gangster sh*t
I could put you down with some gangster sh*t
Did you pray today? Did you have a baby?
You got ventilation (Ooh)
Her sex is amazin', she like penetratin'
I'll leave that pus*y achin' (Thugger)

[Verse 1]
I was bangin', servin' rocks inside my classes
Big pimpin', you can send or just fax it (b*tch)
I was fresh every day like it was my last
These politics, they're tryna lock me out and latch it (Ha)
These politics, they're tryna block me, but I'm savage (Yeah)
For every b*tch that tried to diss me, I'm not average (Ha)
I told my ma, "I want some green, ain't talkin' cabbage"
These b*tches backstabbin' and these n*ggas done turned to addicts
They ridin' 'round geeked up out they mind (Geeked up out they mind)
Soon as they come down, ain't got a f*ckin' dime (Ooh)
Where that n*gga that raised you? That's a whole 'nother story (Ha)
Her n*gga's diamonds like glaciers, seven rings on me like Horry (Racks)
I flood my wifey with them VVs and that CC (That CC, yeah)
I swear to God I've been so fresh ever since little league
My old lady know all these girls are tryna steal me (Steal, yeah)
Check out my diamonds, I'ma shine until they feel me (Yeah, yeah)
They put them teeth inside my mouth and then she healed me (Yeah, yeah)
All these pus*y n*ggas really small, little league (Woah, woah)
Yeah, she put that pus*y on my log, ooh-wee
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
[Chorus]
I could di*k you down on some gangster sh*t (di*k you down)
I could di*k you down on some gangster sh*t (I can di*k you down)
I could put you down on some gangster sh*t (Do what?)
I could have you ridin' 'round with gangsters, sh*t (Skrrt, skrrt)
I could talk to Taz, she's a gangster b*tch (What? What?)
I can talk to Ralo, he a gangster n*gga (Yeah)
Yeah, I done popped the top, that's a gangster lit
Six hundred fifty thou', that's a gangster lick

[Verse 2]
Runnin' circles on these n*ggas (Who? f*ck n*ggas)
Drinkin' color purple, on these n*ggas
Ayy, I'ma take off runnin' on these b*tches (Woo, skeeted)
When hungry, I fill up my tummy with these riches (Woop, woop, woop)
When I'm servin' you, homie (When I'm servin' you)
Gotta keep the tool on me (Gotta keep the tool)
Her booty lookin' plummy, plummy (Plummy, woah, woah)
These lil' n*ggas lookin' bummy, bummy (Yeah, that's a fact)
If I say, "Come on," you know she comin', comin' (Get the f*ck back)
OG Kush, it's smellin' like a junkie, junkie (Oh my god, racks)
These f*ck n*ggas, they gave up all my drugs (f*ck n*ggas, they b*tches)
They'll have you lookin' like a man in debt (You see I'm out here)

[Chorus]
I could di*k you down on some gangster sh*t (di*k you down)
I could di*k you down on some gangster sh*t (I can di*k you down)
I could put you down on some gangster sh*t (Do what?)
I could have you ridin' 'round with gangsters, sh*t (Skrrt, skrrt)
I could talk to Taz, she's a gangster b*tch (What? What?)
I can talk to Ralo, he a gangster n*gga (Yeah)
Yeah, I done popped the top, that's a gangster lit
Six hundred fifty thou', that's a gangster lick