Gangsta sh*t lyrics

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
Gangsta sh*t, gangsta sh*t
n*ggas keep talking all this gangsta sh*t
You never did nothing n*gga, n*gga you ain’t seen sh*t
So why you keep talking all this gangsta sh*t
Gangsta sh*t, gangsta sh*t
n*ggas keep talking all this gangsta sh*t
Throw it out the window, n*gga we ain’t tryna hear it
Glizzy keep on making all that gangsta sh*t

[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
Gangsta n*gga, I need a gangsta b*tch
30 in the glizzy, that’s a gangsta clip
Glizzy coming through here in a gangsta whip
I only speak to n*ggas with a gun on their hip
Rappers sneak dissing, still can’t get a deal
My whole team living, you don’t know how it feel
It’s either music murder or I’m going to jail
Sometimes I be like f*ck this sh*t, let me get back in the field
My dogs with ski masks, know they hit and no they don’t just wear it
b*tch I brought my own scale, here you go, you can weigh it
I got bullets same size as a b*tch n*gga head
We hop out that [?] spread, that’s when we get to spraying

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
Gangsta sh*t, gangsta sh*t
n*ggas keep talking all this gangsta sh*t
You never did nothing n*gga, n*gga you ain’t seen sh*t
So why you keep talking all this gangsta sh*t
Gangsta sh*t, gangsta sh*t
n*ggas keep talking all this gangsta sh*t
Throw it out the window, n*gga we ain’t tryna hear it
Glizzy keep on making all that gangsta sh*t
[Verse 2: Jeezy]
Gangsta n*gga, move how the gangstas move
Want a crib like John Gotti with a gangsta pool
Penthouse in the city with a gangsta view
I mean that b*tch all glass, bad b*tch all ass
Sell that steel in the tape, now that’s a gangsta flip
Four on the backseat, now that’s a gangsta trip
Rolls Ghost, sky dwelling, now that’s gangsta n*gga
Carbon rifle with the drum, that b*tch will paint you n*gga
Gangsta b*tch about her business, why I be f*cking with shawty
Plus I love my bro, bro that n*gga keep that forty
Blue big face hundreds on your dog like fleas
Sitting on Italian leather, ordered this overseas
All my n*ggas in the pen or they dead
Had to pay for a couple funerals, sent some bread to the feds
Gave me a bag full of ones so I guess you want to play
It was rush hour traffic, I was busting broad day

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
Gangsta sh*t, gangsta sh*t
n*ggas keep talking all this gangsta sh*t
You never did nothing n*gga, n*gga you ain’t seen sh*t
So why you keep talking all this gangsta sh*t
Gangsta sh*t, gangsta sh*t
n*ggas keep talking all this gangsta sh*t
Throw it out the window, n*gga we ain’t tryna hear it
Glizzy keep on making all that gangsta sh*t