Gay Gangsta lyrics

Pink cuffs, Pink Bandanas
Texas to Atlanta
Don't f*ck with my paper
You don't ever wanna meet a gay gangsta
Roll up like a hot wheel, I f*ck a b*tch up with a high heel
All love for my savior, but you don't ever wanna meet a Gay Gangsta

Don't f*ck with me till I say Howdy b*tch
Can't turn a hood Texas boy into a Cali b*tch
My game rowdy like I'm at a pep rally b*tch
Smile in your face then beat your face in the alley b*tch
I choke a b*tch out with a fake weave
Make em swallow glitter till they can't breathe
If sh*t talkin a b*tch is your pet peeve
Keep a sharp unicorn horn up your left sleeve

Pink cuffs, Pink Bandanas
Texas to Atlanta
Don't f*ck with my paper
You don't ever wanna meet a gay gangsta
Roll up like a hot wheel, I f*ck a b*tch up with a high heel
All love for my savior, but you don't ever wanna meet a Gay Gangsta

If it a bad b*tch street we rule it and if your going to be the b*tch with the bag bejewel it
If it's a gun no pun, just c*ck it and pull it
And baby just for fun we use poppers for bullets
Racks on racks on racks till we make bail
Gay Gangtas ain't scared of no jail
And if the cops got questions no can do, no can do, all I gotta say is whoops
I broke a nail
Pink cuffs, Pink Bandanas
Texas to Atlanta
Don't f*ck with my paper
You don't ever wanna meet a gay gangsta
Roll up like a hot wheel, I f*ck a b*tch up with a high heel
All love for my savior, but you don't ever wanna meet a Gay Gangsta

Don't f*ck around with my gang
Don't mess with my riches
Broke b*tches know snitches get stiches
Don't f*ck around with my gang
Tell the popo give our asses some kisses
We the fags with sags in our britches

Pink cuffs, Pink Bandanas
Texas to Atlanta
Don't f*ck with my paper
You don't ever wanna meet a gay gangsta
Roll up like a hot wheel, I f*ck a b*tch up with a high heel
All love for my savior, but you don't ever wanna meet a Gay Gangsta