Lyrics

I'm a gangsta (gangsta) I pull up on yo bitch like (like) I pull up on yo click like (like) My situations critical I'm a simple individual I'm only here to murder these records And stack decimals All these rappers are questionable I won't waste no breath On these mothafuckn slimey hoes Used to wear bummy clothes Now I dress comfortable Used to drive a bucket But now I'm in a benz hoe Money something I ain't used to So I act the same Just like I used to Bitch, why you acting like I knew you You chillin' cause I'm poppin' I see right through you You carrying lies that I despise And I only hope to see the day you realize... I'm a gangsta (gangsta) I pull up on yo bitch like I pull up on yo bitch like I'm a gangsta (gangsta) I pull up on yo bitch like I pull up on yo click like You foos are carbon copies Bitch, you copy my style Till I go and switch it up And you wondering how, boy Your hatred is somethin' like motivation You're praying that I fail But you can keep on waiting You off some medication Your mind's a little loopy I hang out with the G's You hang out with your groupies (bitch) See I don't mean to hate You used to have your homies Till they found out you was fake Your new car's rented Jewelry is rented And you don't even own your house You just a tenant See you carrying lies that I despise And I hope to see the day that you fucking realize I'm a gangsta (gangsta) I pull up on yo bitch like I pull up on yo bitch like I'm a gangsta (gangsta) I pull up on yo bitch like I pull up on yo click like
Writer(s): Darwin Cordale Quinn, Djuan Hart Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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