Gangsta b*tch lyrics

[Chorus: Miguel Fresco]
My b*tch is a gangsta, a shotta
Hair down her back like a rasta
She ain't scared to pull up with the chopper
And that pus*y grippin' like a lobster
My b*tch is a gangsta, my b*tch a gangsta
My b*tch is a gangsta, my b*tch a gangsta
My b*tch is a gangsta, my b*tch a gangsta
My b*tch is a gangsta, my b*tch a gangsta

[Verse 1: Que]
My b*tch is a gangsta, a rider
Type to hit a bank with me and be the driver
She ain't scared to make that chopper blocka blocka
I know she gon' ride with me if it's a problem
I know she was 'bout that life from the get go
If them folks come she givin' no info
She gon' hold it down n*gga, ten toes
She know how to go get it when sh*t slow
She classy but she got street sense
Book smart but a street b*tch
Ain't nowhere near a weak b*tch
Put money on her, she'll beat a b*tch
Bet that she'll let that motherf*cker bang bang, on her Chief Keef sh*t
She is not the one none of these weak b*tches wanna beef with
[Chorus: Miguel Fresco]
My b*tch is a gangsta, a shotta
Hair down her back like a rasta
She ain't scared to pull up with the chopper
And that pus*y grippin' like a lobster
My b*tch is a gangsta, my b*tch a gangsta
My b*tch is a gangsta, my b*tch a gangsta
My b*tch is a gangsta, my b*tch a gangsta
My b*tch is a gangsta, my b*tch a gangsta

[Verse 2: Miguel Fresco]
My new b*tch she got a big old round ass
And a lil way about to pound back
Her crib is my favorite place to lounge at
Take a loss, she gon' help a n*gga bounce back, gangsta
I knew she was with the sh*t from the jump
'Cause she can work a pistol and a pump
Hate to see her leave, love when she comes
Got a n*gga trippin' off the rum, she's a gangsta
She let me thug in her home
She got a plug on her own
She got street credit and it's A1
She ain't gotta front on the loan
She know a n*gga a dog
Look how she jump on that bone
She ride on my hip like a motherf*ckin' clip
She with a n*gga, right or wrong
[Chorus: Miguel Fresco]
My b*tch is a gangsta, a shotta
Hair down her back like a rasta
She ain't scared to pull up with the chopper
And that pus*y grippin' like a lobster
My b*tch is a gangsta, my b*tch a gangsta
My b*tch is a gangsta, my b*tch a gangsta
My b*tch is a gangsta, my b*tch a gangsta
My b*tch is a gangsta, my b*tch a gangsta

[Verse 3: Que]
My b*tch is a G, a pure thoroughbred
She keep me on point like an arrowhead
She got way more heart than most these n*ggas do
And she gon' never f*ck around, don't mean she n*gga proof
My b*tch is a gangsta with thick skin
Take a really country b*tch that eat on pigskin
She corporate but got skills in the trap too
Like she graduated grad and trap school
She can work a job or a pack
Bet she come back with some extra cap
And she even got her own straps
When she drive she keep it on her lap (it's a known fact)

[Chorus: Miguel Fresco]
My b*tch is a gangsta, a shotta
Hair down her back like a rasta
She ain't scared to pull up with the chopper
And that pus*y grippin' like a lobster
My b*tch is a gangsta, my b*tch a gangsta
My b*tch is a gangsta, my b*tch a gangsta
My b*tch is a gangsta, my b*tch a gangsta
My b*tch is a gangsta, my b*tch a gangsta