Gangsta (Part 2) lyrics

[Intro]
Brainsi-a-ick
And we one one
The homie came in this motherf*cker 4:45 in the morning with a bottle of Jack
Man, this motherf*cker twisted
And it don't stop
And it won't stop

[Verse 1]
You don't wanna f*ck
Put you in the trunk, get sawed on, n*gga
[?] young n*gga
Let me ride
(Pull up on ya when you with yo b*tch, what brackin home'?)
Let me ride
(Pull up on ya when you with yo b*tch, what brackin home'?)
They don't wanna trip
I got a bottle and a b*tch on my lap, what's happenin'
Party on my sh*t, n*gga that I know gives the gat 'fore we scrappin'

You ain't put in, n*gga
(You ain't put in this, n*gga. Come up off that, n*gga. Pass that motherf*cka.)

Come up off the [?], n*gga
(You ain't rich mu'f*cka. Come up off them skinny ass jeans. You're bringin' kids to.. Aye, son come here. Aye, where you from?
- Brainsick. What you talkin' about?

-Aye, son we gotta show them with the tongue in cheek what this Chuck T's. Aye son, tell them where you learn how to dress like that

-I learned from the best

And what do we say about them ones?

Who

You know anybody that think they can just come up in here and tangle with the brainsick

We smash 'em around here

Hell yeah. alright son good looking. brain

Brain)

n*gga this that gangsta music
n*gga this that gansta music
What happened to the homies that used to bang out in the street
With they di*kies sagging off they ass and Chuck Taylor's on they feet?
Man, f*ck them skinny jeans
"Bruh" - That sh*t is not gangsta
That ain't gangsta (no it ain't)
[Outro]
Don't forget about this motherf*ckin' late night tearing
2015, n*gga
Brainsick motherf*ckin' Muzik
Keep it gangsta