Keep It Gangsta lyrics

(The Worlds Freshest you b*tch)

(Gangsta Gibbs)
Uh, yeah, fa sho
Uh, yeah, uh

(Verse 1)
Uh, uhh, yeah
I hit ya b*tch with my Nikes on
Take off my jewellery and beat it up with the lights on
Say Gibbs getting sloppy on the bay bridge
By a Phillipino part Jamaican b*tch
Headed to the trap house
Looking for that pack now
See me in the trenches even though my shows packed out
n*gga made a living off this gangsta sh*t i rap bout
Motherf*ck every single police and what they ask bout
Shoutout to my n*ggas in the FED
The county to state
My n*ggas said when i come home Fred i'm gon buy me some weight
Sit at the table with the mob i bet i have me a plate
Just keep it gangsta mane and then we'll be straight
It's real sh*t baby, uh, yeah

(Hook)
Just keep it gangsta mane and i'mma be straight
It's real sh*t baby, uh, yeah
(Verse 2)
Yeah, uhh
I need another pack of that
Make em run it for a hunnid, is you backin that
Know every ?? cause his old lady i was ?? that
It's Makaveli status, I just smashed it you can have it
It ain't no cabbage for a ratchet b*tch that askes
Automatic, blow it back out in her ??
I can backseat Cadillac it, yeah
pus*y stamps on my passport
Foreign and naked man
What more could a n*gga ask for, my god
If she don't gotta speaka no english
I gotta million different ways that i can get in between it
They say them ghetto motherf*ckers like to love it and leave it
b*tches on top of b*tches, you should have seen it
Better believe it, b*tch

(Hook)
Just keep it gangsta mane and i'mma be straight
It's real sh*t baby, uh, yeah