Pretty & Gangsta lyrics

[Intro: Jahh Prince]
These n*ggas in PA needa' stop with that rapping sh*t
Y'all ain't' even from Philly or A-Town, you heard?
Like c'mon like
What's up with y'all?

[Pre-Verse: Jahh Prince]
Look, That n*gga a b*tch if I up it and gun it that n*gga don't run don't trip
He gon' dip, he rapping but he never played with the sticks
He never held on a grip, he grew up with white boys
n*gga I come from the ditch
Jersey
Where n*ggas get put up on jerseys
b*tches will line up a n*gga for Louis, they thirsty

[Verse: Jahh Prince]
No breesh, n*ggas resorted to trapping and scamming
For a couple of dollars we blam him, bullets gon' slam him
Leave him in paste tense
No beef, just X him, leave him deceased
No love in the streets
n*ggas is falling in love with the heat
Switches, no movies, they clip him they leave him in toe tags and sheets
Newark to the BK, nonstop with the murders in streets
We come from the trenches, from Ocean to Lincoln, WestSide on my streets
Jersey City, dirty city
Them winters get cold and gritty
Puffers and skis, n*ggas stay clutching on heats
Fifty rounds on the clippy
[Chorus: Jahh prince]
I got a baddie she pretty and gangsta
Dont wanna test her
She'll line you for Dior
Ooters is hopping out Teslas
Why do you got on a vest?
Them killers do headshots
Headrock, leave you on a bed shocked
Unable to move
Don't wanna f*ck with the oppas they not in the mood and
My n*gga YungMischief yeah he gon boom
Boom you, walk in the spot and remove you
He gon' up it
Under the Mackage he clutching, not stingy with bullets
He dump it
He said like "f*ck it" like ima just dump it
Like
Boom you, walk in the spot and remove you
He gon' up it
Under the Mackage he clutching, not stingy with bullets
Yeah he gon' dump it
He gon' dump it

[Verse: Jahh Prince]
Look, That n*gga a b*tch if I up it and gun it that n*gga don't run don't trip
He gon' dip, he rapping but he never played with the sticks
He never held on a grip, he grew up with white boys
n*gga I come from the ditch
Jersey
Where n*ggas get up on jerseys
b*tches will line up a n*gga for Louis, they thirsty
[Verse: YungMischief]
Look, No breesh
n*ggas resorted to trappin’ and scammin' for a couple of dollars we blam him
Bullets gon' slam him
Leave'em in the past tense no beef
Just X him
We leave him deceased
No love in the streets
n*ggas is falling in love with the heat
No DAP put bodies in sheets
After we break him, they get a taste of the piece
This knocker can sing wanna see?
I love when she beg on her knees
Just like my opp
Ready for shots
Like Damn...
Leave you deceased
Yo Jah
Line his bro up with a treesh
Like...

[Chrous: Jahh Prince]
I got a baddie she pretty and gangsta
Dont wanna test her
She'll line you for Dior
Ooters is hopping out Teslas
Why do you got on a vest?
Them killers do headshots
Headrock, leave you on a bed shocked
Unable to move
Don't wanna f*ck with the oppas they not in the mood and
My n*gga YungMischief yeah he gon boom
Boom you, walk in the spot and remove you
He gon' up it
Under the Mackage he clutching, not stingy with bullets
He dump it
He said like "f*ck it" like ima just dump it
Like
Boom you, walk in the spot and remove you
He gon' up it
Under the Mackage he clutching, not stingy with bullets
Yeah he gon' dump it
[Outro]
Damn Jahh Prince that sh*t was hard