Gangsta lyrics

[Chorus]
They say [?] to the [?] drop it straight gangsta
n*gga keep that sh*t one thousand, and [?]
Shout out to my other players, pimps and my gangstas
They ask me what I'm smoking, I tell 'em straight gangsta
Gangsta x7

[Verse 1]
Stepped up in this b*tch, white Marc Jacob's on
Don't know why, but seems like all the real n*ggas gone
Blew up on C-Murder, feels like I'm trapped [?]
Shout out to Boosie, mother f*cker one time
Say I pray for Badass and blow yourself a strong
Man that's f*cked up, they trynna do lil' homie rush
Started getting rich, they started hatin', I guess that's how it goes
So rubberbands and extra clips, that's how we roll
I'm a money magnet, man, that sh*t just come to me
OMG, look what the streets have done to me
Real n*ggas on the bag, and foreign on me
I ain't leaving this b*tch till my missionaire for free

[Chorus]
They say [?] to the [?] drop it straight gangsta
n*gga keep that sh*t one thousand, and [?]
Shout out to my other players, pimps and my gangsters
They ask me what I'm smoking, I tell 'em straight gangsta
Gangsta x7
[Verse 2]
I come from sh*t, now I'm the sh*t
I ain't got no kids, but
Girl f*ck your n*gga, he acts sh*t
Smoking on that gangster sh*t
Red, [?], red Chevelle, that's gangsta
Keep your b*tch fish tail, that's gangsta
Put your whole clique on, n*gga that's gangsta
Squeeky on the beat, n*gga this another banger
[?]
Paper Route, we straight beast, so they can't tame us
Come out here with that plan and sh*t's gonna get dangerous
Went and come and get money, Dolph no stranger

[Chorus]
They say [?] to the [?] drop it straight gangsta
n*gga keep that sh*t one thousand, and [?]
Shout out to my other players, pimps and my gangsters
They ask me what I'm smoking, I tell 'em straight gangster
Gangster x9