Gangstas Lyrics – Pop Smoke
Singer: Pop Smoke
Title: Gangstas
I don’t want none of that extra loud sh#t
Or sing anything of that rainbow hair sh#t
Know what I’m sayin’? (I be in New York with the gangsters)
This the real streets sh#t, yeah, I’m the
****in’ voice of the streets, man
It’s like Jesus walkin’ (Oozin’ automatics)
More like Christopher Walking, eh? (I be in the streets with the apes)
Y’all know what’s up (Thirty on the stove)
With them racks, we don’t wanna hear nothin’ ’bout it
Free all my *****s, feel the streets
I be in New York with the gangsters
Know a ***** that will shoot you for a tandem (Tandem, grrt)
If my opps chillin’ in the foreign (Bah)
Then my *****s shootin’ up the Phantom (Bah)
I be in New York with the gangsters (Woo)
Know a ***** that’ll shoot you for a tender (Bah)
If my opps chillin’ in the foreign (Lackin’ #ss *****s)
Then my *****s shootin’ up the Phantom (Grrt)
.44 got a kick back (Bah)
Click-clack, get back (Bah)
Shots at your rib pack (Grrrt)
Or you can get chin checked (Woo)
Them trollin’ *****s actin’ up (Actin’ up)
So *****s packed him up (Pack him up)
Brazy was actin’ tough
‘Til *****s slapped him up (*****)
Pop Smoke on top (Haha), *****s mad as **** (Mad)
Six by six, big Benz on my wrist (Grrt)
If you don’t got your nails done, you are not it (Woo)
Automatically on the blocked list (Blocked *****)
*****s talkin’ ’bout they guns (Guns)
But never shot sh#t (Cap)
Might as well put a cap on it, all over you with a chopstick (*****)
RUn up and I’m brandin’ them, take a ***** shippin’ (*****)
Reach and I’m branchin’ it ’cause I don’t know who watchin’ (I’m on point)
It’s a Ginger Ale and Henny day, eased up on the crème brûlée (Hahaha)
38’s on the block (Block), a ***** won’t hesitate (Bah)
Had to move these ******* up (Move up), ’cause they was in the way
I wouldn’t want them to get shot, by any means
I be in New York with the gangsters (I’m what’s up)
Know a ***** that will shoot you for a tandem (Tandem, grrt)
If my opps chillin’ in the foreign (Bah)
Then my *****s shootin’ up the Phantom (Bah, bah, bah)
I be in New York with the gangsters (Woo)
Know a ***** will shoot you for a tandem
If my opps is chillin’ in the foreign (Lackin’ #ss *****s)
Then my *****s shootin’ up the Phantom (Grrt)
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