4 The Gangsters lyrics

[Part I]

[Chorus]
Money don't hide from the gangsters
pus*y don't hide from the gangsters
Luck, it don't hide from the gangsters
No switching sides for the gangsters
No switching sides for the gangsters
No switching sides for the gangsters

[Verse]
Let's raise a glass to the gangsters
Benzes gon' crash for the gangsters (Yeah)
Went from the trap to the mansion (Yeah)
Don't come too close, I get anxious (Yeah)
b*tches gon' clap for the gangsters
Hermés is Gap for the gangsters (Oh)
She spun the pole like an angel
I fell in love with a dancer (Oh)
She held my gun, it's romantic (Oh)
This life, ain't no second chances (Oh)
Cuttin' off parts of the cancers
We need a plaque for the gangsters
It's tit for tat for a G.O.A.T. like me, okay
I've been runnin' through the streets like this all day
In a four-wheeler, crazy
Baby, two-wheels, I ride it
[Chorus]
Money don't hide from the gangsters
pus*y don't hide from the gangsters
Luck, it don't hide from the gangsters
No switching sides for the gangsters
No switching sides for the gangsters
No switching sides for the—

[Part II]

[Intro]
FESTIVAL SEASON

[Chorus]
Woah, woah
The pus*y got a margarita flavor, I'm drunk
I popped the 'Rari out in Chattanooga, where she from
Her mother told me I'm the best boyfriend she had
My n*ggas said the opps wiped the snot off her dad
A million in his stash, the money in his bag
She never had a big di*k n*gga, she on my lap
I throw some money in the air, please do not count
That's light bill money for a rich n*gga house

[Verse]
Like I'm racist, I like a white b*tch for some head
I'm racist, I need a black b*tch for some ass
I'm racist, I need Asian b*tch for the math
I'm racist 'cause I don't see no color when you bad
Abrasive 'cause I'ma send them n*ggas there to crash
The plaintiff, but how 'bout to talk through the mask?
Complacent, you lazy and runnin' up a tab
You brazy, this robbery just some more sh*t that I had
You basic, but maybe I buy a b*tch a bag
I'm spiteful, I'm 'bout to f*ck her friend to make her mad
I'm spiteful, I might just f*ck his b*tch then shake his hand
I'm cravin' the same twin sisters that I had (Woo)
[Chorus]
Woah, woah
The pus*y got a margarita flavor, I'm drunk
I popped the 'Rari out in Chattanooga, where she from
Her mother told me I'm the best boyfriend she had
My n*ggas said the opps wiped the snot off her dad
A million in his stash, the money in his bag
She never had a big di*k n*gga, she on my lap
I throw some money in the air, please do not count
That's light bill money for a rich n*gga house

[Outro]
When this motherf*cker drops
You forget everything you knew before