[Hook] Tanktop, big rocks, big Glocks I'm a get rich or die trying t make it to the top Nigga, I'm a keep it gangsta, I'm a keep it gangsta I'm a keep it gangsta, I'm a keep it gangsta Life stories, real shit, real facts Real niggas, real bitches, feel that Nigga, I'm a keep it gangsta, I'm a keep it gangsta I'm a keep it gangsta, I'm a keep it gangsta
[Verse] I spit this shit from the bottom of my stomach So try some I knock the bottom out ya stomach It ain't nothing, momma like, "Ooh my baby boy thugging" In love with guns and he can't stop clubbing, never could tell him nothing Fuck with real G's with big nuts who flip keys on highways Player-made niggas, man, who flip hoes off MySpace Luxury in driveways, let your roof back, nigga That half of pill ain't doing the job, then throw your two back, nigga My time to shine, niggas playing, but I'm bout my business Last to drop, but off the top, the whole world know I'm the sickest Red Monkey's to Dickies, nigga got every color From [?] to 28, niggas got many hustles My brothers, they Trill Fam, love me because I'm loyal Dude keep his shit strapped, because my watch will get me kidnapped From my block to yo trap, iggas heads get bust Feds get dust, my trill niggas out here ready to bust It's gangsta
[Hook] Tanktop, big rocks, big Glocks I'm a get rich or die trying t make it to the top Nigga, I'm a keep it gangsta, I'm a keep it gangsta I'm a keep it gangsta, I'm a keep it gangsta Life stories, real shit, real facts Real niggas, real bitches, feel that Nigga, I'm a keep it gangsta, I'm a keep it gangsta I'm a keep it gangsta, I'm a keep it gangstaTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
