Gangsta lyrics

[Chorus]
G26, on my hip
If he run I’mma pop that, like
Hop in the V, I ain’t talkin’ at all
I’m buggin’ for Rah Rah, like
Like, grrah, walk up on him, I’mma burn him
I ain’t doin’ no driveby, like
He got in his head, he ain’t die, like
He should’ve went bye-bye, like
I’m with the Jet, he buggin’ for pop
I told him, “Just fly dat”, like
G6 Snotty Boyz, we run the city
We takin’ watches, like
AK he gon’ take it, but he not the Makk
Brodie just starvin, grrah
Dolo skied up with a [?] and glasses, lookin’ like Marlon

[Verse 1]
Let’s take us trip
I was on the set with a Jet and a Trend
We end up on-, we end up on fifth
We 8 deep, with 8 G-locks
Who do it like-, who do it like this?
Like, that b*tch a thot off the Don
She too drunk, she cannot get hit
Like, I was just stuck in my thoughts
This sh*t got real, so I take me a trip
(8OH, like, 10 toes, never fold)
Like, I did this sh*t on my own
They think I be lackin’, I’mma make it home
Designer my drip, I’m wearin’ all chrome
My ex a thot, she wanna come home
(I got the [?], and throw for the low)
(We run up the trap, now that n*gga gone)
[Bridge]
b*tch, grrah (bow, bow), yeah
[?], he run on the spot
Hit him in his-, like, like, yeah
Grrah, word to my dead
[?]
Your b*tch a thot, she wanna have-
Like
(Your b*tch a thot, she wanna have sex)
b*tch

[Verse 2]
Your b*tch a thot, she wanna sex
Like, she gonna do me, the bro’s in the trap
Bro tryna shoot for the kill in BK
Told bro “we don’t play for the Nets”
I got a leg and she want DThang
So f*ck it, I’m onto the next
(Like, I know a couple n*ggas duckin’ reck)
(And I know a couple n*ggas tryna click)
(And I know a couple n*ggas who got hit)
(Gotta stay on my G, n*ggas movin’ diff’)
Told bro, don’t lack for the mish
That b*tch a line, she dyin’ with him
Like, you tryna send me but [?]
Big G6, I’m flyin’ with him
[Chorus]
G26, on my hip
If he run I’mma pop that, like
Hop in the V, I ain’t talkin’ at all
I’m buggin’ for Rah Rah, like
Like, grrah, walk up on him, I’mma burn him
I ain’t doin’ no driveby, like
He got in his head, he ain’t die, like
He should’ve went bye-bye, like
I’m with the Jet, he buggin’ for pop
I told him, “Just fly dat”, like
G6 Snotty Boyz, we run the city
We takin’ watches, like
AK he gon’ take it, but he not the Makk
Brodie just starvin, grrah
Dolo skied up with a [?] and glasses, lookin’ like Marlon