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Gangsta

Featuring Ace Hood & Mavado

(Hook x2)
Show me unu hand
I love the gin, none of that yat deep gone one
But they would say
Show me unu still
If you knew that pussy gon eat upon me
(Gangsta… show…)

(Verse)
Where them bricks peas and that cake at?
These streets you ain’t safe at, where that safe at?
Uh, that cash route, quit the lash out, just straight blast
Back out with that strap out, no face mask (gangsta)
Slash D Boy, built to hustle that D boy
Fuckin tussle, what’s he for?
I’m in the cutting bubble like kilo
Sure to struggle, I’m beenoid
B99, my AB on
I got made in line with that street noise
Knew Barry White with no deep voice
Spit facts, loss and dice it through head cracks
I came back in that dread hat
With 2 pistols out, well that’s Fred at
Talkin niggas I’m fed at
Always talkin to where them feds at?
Walked in the crib, were you fed there?
See you eatin good, where that bread at?
For life though, Cuban link VS ice glow
Hit the strip with that white flow
We get rid of weight like light bulb
You can spit but I’m nice yo
Got weight mo, I need 8 mo
Tell me shit that I ain’t know
Like when they letting I ain’t go

(Hook)
Show me unu hand
I love the gin, none of that yat deep gone one
But they would say
Show me unu still
If you knew that pussy gon eat upon me
(Gangsta…)

(Verse)
Me get em rang bang
Don’t fuck with the gang bang
Cause half a piece the gold inside, Jamaican knew a one done
My past, I live for quick plan
Moroccan but this beat pun
We mark the most, retract my men
Then blood becomes the quick sand
Anyone, I wonder why I rhythm
We gon bust sun sun until sun up
My dead perk a dead perk
That’s all, gangstas come up
Could a whitey one take my title?
When none many of us shoot on this
When the endless in, the surrounding sun
And every sun can skip
Send me everything
Send me money, send me bitches
Send me everything
Ya better send me everything
Before my dogs done past
Shoot and murder everything

(Hook)
Show me unu hand
I love the gin, none of that yat deep gone one
But they would say
Show me unu still
If you knew that pussy gon eat upon me
(Gangsta…)

(Verse)
Get 2 young niggas in an unmarked car
Seat back so far with a mack on gar
Master pretty in an all-black scully
And a gun on fully, pulling up in yo door
Kickin in the door, wavin in the 4-4
Joe call yo ho, to the safe we go
Head down, head down, you and yo folk
Show me where the money at, you got dough
Fore I leave your brains on that bedroom floor
Flip flip shoot shoot, nigga that’s free throw
Throwin life free pose, soon a nigga reload
Won’t miss Kobe with his black 2-4’s
Stacks – put the money in the duff bag
Load it up, in and out, just relax
Gangstas, niggas don’t make us
Send them Haitians, meet yo maker law
Still pray for you pussy niggas
Walk around like I’m Godzilla
Best friends with some cold killers
Hold the choppa like a newborn
Guess who is that babysitter
On the prowl and come get it then
Black boy and that chinchilla
Me boy me boy, play with mine you get destroyed
Getting head while I count money huh
Rose voice, I been bout it
Top shotter, kilo round my fuckin collar
That nigga, them niggas, my niggas (gangsta)
Blap

(Hook)
Show me unu hand
I love the gin, none of that yat deep gone one
But they would say
Show me unu still
If you knew that pussy gon eat upon me
(Gangsta…)

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Featuring Ace Hood & Mavado

(Hook x2)
Show me unu hand
I love the gin, none of that yat deep gone one
But they would say
Show me unu still
If you knew that pussy gon eat upon me
(Gangsta… show…)

(Verse)
Where them bricks peas and that cake at?
These streets you ain’t safe at, where that safe at?
Uh, that cash route, quit the lash out, just straight blast
Back out with that strap out, no face mask (gangsta)
Slash D Boy, built to hustle that D boy
Fuckin tussle, what’s he for?
I’m in the cutting bubble like kilo
Sure to struggle, I’m beenoid
B99, my AB on
I got made in line with that street noise
Knew Barry White with no deep voice
Spit facts, loss and dice it through head cracks
I came back in that dread hat
With 2 pistols out, well that’s Fred at
Talkin niggas I’m fed at
Always talkin to where them feds at?
Walked in the crib, were you fed there?
See you eatin good, where that bread at?
For life though, Cuban link VS ice glow
Hit the strip with that white flow
We get rid of weight like light bulb
You can spit but I’m nice yo
Got weight mo, I need 8 mo
Tell me shit that I ain’t know
Like when they letting I ain’t go

(Hook)
Show me unu hand
I love the gin, none of that yat deep gone one
But they would say
Show me unu still
If you knew that pussy gon eat upon me
(Gangsta…)

(Verse)
Me get em rang bang
Don’t fuck with the gang bang
Cause half a piece the gold inside, Jamaican knew a one done
My past, I live for quick plan
Moroccan but this beat pun
We mark the most, retract my men
Then blood becomes the quick sand
Anyone, I wonder why I rhythm
We gon bust sun sun until sun up
My dead perk a dead perk
That’s all, gangstas come up
Could a whitey one take my title?
When none many of us shoot on this
When the endless in, the surrounding sun
And every sun can skip
Send me everything
Send me money, send me bitches
Send me everything
Ya better send me everything
Before my dogs done past
Shoot and murder everything

(Hook)
Show me unu hand
I love the gin, none of that yat deep gone one
But they would say
Show me unu still
If you knew that pussy gon eat upon me
(Gangsta…)

(Verse)
Get 2 young niggas in an unmarked car
Seat back so far with a mack on gar
Master pretty in an all-black scully
And a gun on fully, pulling up in yo door
Kickin in the door, wavin in the 4-4
Joe call yo ho, to the safe we go
Head down, head down, you and yo folk
Show me where the money at, you got dough
Fore I leave your brains on that bedroom floor
Flip flip shoot shoot, nigga that’s free throw
Throwin life free pose, soon a nigga reload
Won’t miss Kobe with his black 2-4’s
Stacks – put the money in the duff bag
Load it up, in and out, just relax
Gangstas, niggas don’t make us
Send them Haitians, meet yo maker law
Still pray for you pussy niggas
Walk around like I’m Godzilla
Best friends with some cold killers
Hold the choppa like a newborn
Guess who is that babysitter
On the prowl and come get it then
Black boy and that chinchilla
Me boy me boy, play with mine you get destroyed
Getting head while I count money huh
Rose voice, I been bout it
Top shotter, kilo round my fuckin collar
That nigga, them niggas, my niggas (gangsta)
Blap

(Hook)
Show me unu hand
I love the gin, none of that yat deep gone one
But they would say
Show me unu still
If you knew that pussy gon eat upon me
(Gangsta…)