Gangsta

[Produced By AC3 Beats] [Hook – Rick Taylor] Making moves to get this bank roll Same shit just a different day Chucky pistol sitting on my waist For all these obstacles in my way Addicted to the street life, got to get my feet right Same shit just a different day Addicted to the street life, got to get my feet right Same shit just a different day [Verse 1 – Trizz] Same shit just a different day High as fuck but the objective is getting paid I’m on my way, while niggas focus on getting laid I done had plenty of pussy, this shit is getting lame I’m in the game now, creeping on the come up Pulling up on niggas dissing, creeping with my gun up Waiting until the sun up, I see em, Imma run up Asking about the shit he was talking and make him shut up Beat him the fuck up, oh now you want to suck up? On his knees begging and pleading before I nut up I don’t talk shit nigga, go out like a gangsta I remain silent and get violent with this banger Put his life in danger for fucking with my anger Southside ranger, unsigned stranger Affiliated banger with crips and some flamers That’s down to do whatever when I hit em for a favor [Hook] [Verse 2 – Trizz] Enough with all the chit chat Pull up to where you live at All you hear is (click clack), a bunch of niggas get back Point me to where your shit at Money and where your bitch at Starve me with the yip yap Cause I ain’t tryna hear that Pistol whip you with the strap till it hurts Rapping don’t work, you end up on the amber alert Either that or find yourself inside the back of a hearse Caravan to a church, and your face on a shirt These niggas don’t understand, I’m serious I ain’t playing So fuck whatever the saying, going out like a man To dominate is the plan, capitalize and stand On my own life, so G no what ups and shaking hands Fuck y’all and fuck friends, I need enemies I was born on my own, so what the fuck is a friend to me All this shit they done did to me Niggas still some kids to me I don’t let it get to me Ride till they get rid of me [Hook]