Gangsta Of The Year lyrics

[Verse 1]
n*gga, stop the car right here
I ain't get on XXL 'cause I was tryna win gangster of the year
When I was down bad on my ass, 'cause they ain't stop the car, they had pushed the gear
pus*y, you ain't got motion, I peeped your game, you got motion once a year
Tax time, I got rich and my city got mad at me
f*ck your feelings, before this sh*t, n*gga, you ain't go half with me
I'm frontline for myself, n*gga, for the sh*t, I'll catch a first degree
I'm frontline for hood, n*gga for this sh*t, I'll clear the street
These n*ggas Love & Hip Hop in this sh*t
This rapper the next rapper b*tch
I was gettin' too nice and friendly, so I backed back and upped my f*ckin' blick
I don't wanna link with you b*tches, I'm on some Foxes only sh*t
Try to set me up, I'ma take this Glock and slap a b*tch, why you try that sh*t?
I ain't gon' lie, every young n*gga in my city gon' shoot, they ain't callin' quits
All them young n*ggas rap, but I was the first to make five hundred off this sh*t
Racks, all them hoes that dissed me back then, they ain't even picture this
Now when I go to the hood, it's seventy thousand and seven Dracs on me

[Interlude]
n*gga, this sh*t Foxes only with me, n*gga
Can't no n*gga come around me, can't no n*gga get near me or nothin', n*gga
I switched up all my numbers, n*gga, it's hard to get to me
n*gga, all that type of sh*t, n*gga
n*gga, this sh*t get different, n*gga
n*gga, switches, Dracs, and fast cars, n*gga
And a lot of b*tches with BBLs, n*gga
Yeah
[Verse 2]
I just dropped them rack off to my mama, had to make sure she was good
n*gga, this sh*t so different, only a couple n*ggas in my neighborhood
I don't know who I can trust, Foxes ready to bust, sh*t over-stood
n*gga, I heard the feds been watchin', I gotta play it cool
Brand new Drac', this sh*t came with the wood
Hundred thousand in bonds, for certain ones, n*gga, I'd redo it
I seen a junkie sniff somethin' so hard they had to ptt, ptt, ptt
We put the Drac' on his ass, 7.62 hit like lighter fluid
n*gga, this sh*t so f*ckin' hot, when you feel it, you gon' uh, uh, uh
Ain't no n*gga help me do it, I had to get off my ass and do it
I was workin' the block, 'bows, and hoes, I had to f*ckin' do it
n*gga play with my name back then, I was ready to do it
n*gga at my name on anything, I'ma get straight to it (Frrt)
That's how that sh*t sound when I cash 'em out
What you know 'bout the trappers in the city with no P's, it's a f*ckin' drought?
What you know 'bout gettin' that real call, like "I'm hoppin' off the plane now?"
What you know about that call like they just gunned your lil' brother down?
n*gga, I ain't had to get that call, I was right there with him
n*gga, don't call my phone when it happen, I'ma cash you out soon as you hit 'em (Frrt)