Gangsta lyrics

[Intro]
This is Jay P Bangz

[Chorus: DaBoii]
b*tch, I'm a gangsta, I'm a real thug
f*ck them n*ggas hating, baby, I get real love
Still can't put my trust in the ones I'd kill for
Ain't no beef dying down, b*tch n*gga, it's still up
'Cause, b*tch, I'm a gangsta, I'm a real thug
f*ck them n*ggas hating, baby, I get real love
And I still can't put my trust in the ones I'd kill for
'Cause b*tch I'm a gangsta, I'm a real thug

[Verse 1: DaBoii]
b*tch, I'm a gangsta, I'm a real thug
n*gga wanna rep my squad? Ain't good 'til you kill some
You say them b*tches go for what? Say less, the deal done
She gon' shake it fast for the dollar, the bill, huh
I got the world on my shoulders and the city on my back
They like, "D-Boii you a perv, why you put titties on your strap?"
Put double D's up on that b*tch, way more than fifty on that strap
b*tch keep talking all that rah-rah, don't you give me none of that
You wasn't here when I was down, so when I'm up you get the message
Throwing fits up on the 'Gram ain't gon' do sh*t, you n*ggas extra
Boy, what kind of drugs you taking? It ain't nothing I won't sell
Thinking you gon' play DaBoii, you'll play nobody but yourself
I just call it how I see it, I ain't never called for help
After eleven I turned thirteen, n*gga, I don't f*ck with twelve
b*tch gon' ride up in the back if she don't keep up with her nails
You left your strap? Boy that ain't gangsta, you a seven and a L, on the gang
[Chorus: DaBoii]
b*tch, I'm a gangsta, I'm a real thug
f*ck them n*ggas hating, baby, I get real love
Still can't put my trust in the ones I'd kill for
Ain't no beef dying down, b*tch n*gga, it's still up
'Cause, b*tch, I'm a gangsta, I'm a real thug
f*ck them n*ggas hating, baby, I get real love
And I still can't put my trust in the ones I'd kill for
'Cause b*tch I'm a gangsta, I'm a real thug

[Verse 2: Mozzy]
I'm feeling like Corleone now that the homie home
'Cause he gon' shoot at the opps, you'll get your bologna blown
Ayy, f*ck you n*ggas smoking on? Like you be smoking sh*t
I broke him off for them bladadahs when I broke the b*tch
You throw a devil over here and we gon' throw a fit
Ain't never asked me 'bout the suckas 'cause they don't exist
n*gga, tell him tag his drilla all that bogus sh*t
I double lapped, them n*ggas laughed when I was broke as sh*t
We stuffing Wedding Cake batter in a stogie stick
Swing, batter, batter, swing when this .40 pitch
Goon body to the gristle, n*gga, know we is
We only show for sound check to get the blowers in
Ayy, f*ck whatever trip you took if you don't go again
You the type to throw a brick and never show your hand
Gang graffiti on the walls when they be closing in
Real gangsta, n*ggas doubted 'til we domed his nig (Hundadah, hundadah, hundadah, hundadah)
[Chorus: DaBoii]
b*tch, I'm a gangsta, I'm a real thug
f*ck them n*ggas hating, baby, I get real love
Still can't put my trust in the ones I'd kill for
Ain't no beef dying down, b*tch n*gga, it's still up
'Cause, b*tch, I'm a gangsta, I'm a real thug
f*ck them n*ggas hating, baby, I get real love
And I still can't put my trust in the ones I'd kill for
'Cause b*tch I'm a gangsta, I'm a real thug