Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gangsta Shit, artist - AZ. Album song Lost & Found, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.04.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Quiet Money
Song language: English
Gangsta Shit |
| Follow, I’m like a Lamborghini green Diablo |
| Coupe VT, it’s like DVD when I flow |
| Feel me, I’m loved like the great late Malik Sealy |
| The one the player haters hate dearly, but can’t near me |
| Homicide can’t scare me |
| I o-bide by the laws of these streets sincerely, a real nigga |
| The type that can build with ya |
| Verbalize bring life to a still picture, its God given |
| Been blessed with Allah’s vision, strength and beauty |
| Truly my only duty is to dodge prison |
| Play wit me, I’m modest 'til them strays hit me |
| Regardless the circumstances I’mma stay filthy |
| Doe forever, the live stay low forever |
| And fuck niggas, cause it’s hard to keep them close together |
| No dependant, no wife, no co-defendant |
| No forms of weakness, I flow with vengeance |
| Aiyo, holler if you with me niggas |
| Swallow if you with me trick |
| Feel me when I talk about this (Gangsta Shit) |
| I got niggas in jail for life behind this (Gangsta Shit) |
| We stand ride and get down for this (Gangsta Shit) |
| Play with me if you want to nigga |
| Trick where’s my money at |
| You die fucking with me in this (Gangsta Shit) |
| I wouldn’t have it any way beside this (Gangsta Shit) |
| And when I grow I want to go out on some (Gangsta Shit) |
| Listen, I’m not mixed with any studios tricks |
| And no special effects, that you see in flicks |
| It’s all rugged, you gotta love it |
| College dorm tape back niggas gotta dub it |
| Was taught smart, I never had thoughts in my heart |
| I’m stand up |
| My photograph it’s like a porch of art, please respect |
| Your ignorance could lead to your death, so don’t do it |
| I firmly believe in finesse its no other |
| Come fuck with the clothe lover |
| Coupe pushing dro puffing paper taking ho toucher toast with me |
| It’s like the ghost of Frank Nitty wrote with me |
| For self rock smoke a whole 50, I’m way different |
| Only bitch niggas stay riffing |
| Show boating til they lay stiffing |
| Do the knowledge, smooth niggas move lovers |
| Holla back it’s on you daddy, you decide it |
| Throw the dice |
| I’m adored by the most live |
| Hustler or rap nigga toured on both sides |
| It’s all the same, spot game do a close die |
| Won’t close shop until mother-fuckers know tie |
| Recognize prepare for the second rise |
| I’m certified, currency is what I’m specialize |
| So pay homage, relate like the Masonic |
| Knowing no man ever really escaped bondage |
| We all trapped, don I started all of that |
| Jewels and bottles, y’all bums y’all need to fall back |
| Ya’ll all birds, speaking using wrong words |
| Fuck a woofer, this winter I’m rocking long furs |
| Loosing your face, I move with unusual grace the games locked |
| Retime on proof my taste, y’all can’t see me |
| Crab niggas can’t be me |
| Broke bitches regardless y’all can’t G me |
| It ain’t easy |