Beez - Gang$ta lyrics

[Hook] You know me I'm a G-A-N-G-S-T-A-A-A-A-A-A One phone call swear to god it's going down like mayday-day-day-day-day You know me I'm a G-A-N-G-S-T-A-A-A-A-A-A One phone call swear to god it's going down like mayday-day-day-day-day That sh** so gangsta my n***a The sh** me and my n***as do be gangsta my n***a Getting money f**ing b**hes living gangsta my n***a That sh** so... (that sh** so) Man that sh** so G-A-N-G-S-T-A-A-A-A-A-A [Verse 1] I wake up early, kush in the paper then start twirling Just one lick, light that back and get that b**h burning Ain't too worried with that f** that sh** that don't concern me Hair looks rough gotta get that sh** lined up next pearly Hop in a group text what's good for today my n***as? I don't know about y'all but a n***a like me tryna hop on some tail like Tigger My car beat so loud don't blame me blame my weed and system When I leave my crib they probably be like "That stupid n***a!" Ain't too much I could tell you 'bout this life I be living Ain't no way to explain just how high I be getting I got way more bars than any size of a prison If you want action come get at me like a follow on Twitter-ter-ter-ter-ter-ter-ter-ter Blowing through this cake like it's my f**ing b'day Make the tables turn like I'm a f**ing DJ And to my haters I decided I love all of y'aaaall Funny thing is that I wrote this verse on April fools day. Hahahaha [Hook] You know me I'm a G-A-N-G-S-T-A-A-A-A-A-A One phone call swear to god it's going down like mayday-day-day-day-day You know me I'm a G-A-N-G-S-T-A-A-A-A-A-A One phone call swear to god it's going down like mayday-day-day-day-day That sh** so gangsta my n***a The sh** me and my n***as do be gangsta my n***a Getting money f**ing b**hes living gangsta my n***a That sh** so... (that sh** so) Man that sh** so G-A-N-G-S-T-A-A-A-A-A-A [Verse 2] It's push to start my sh**, cut on when I ain't in it Even though I'm rolling as I swear I'm winning No pun intended, two chains on, oh yeah I'm different On the real this beat so loud might hit the Nae Nae in it Back to the bars cause this sh** here is L-I-V-E Yeah I'm BEEZ don't make no jokes 'bout the H-I-V-E In the lab, with a white girl, pushing bu*tons like get out Dee-Dee Hanging on my rod, I swear to God, she'll end up like Mimi One hand in the air one hand on my dick it's disco season I dropped your chick in here like I had crisco grease in I had one hand on her chest pledge of alliegence My other hand was in between her thighs oh Jesus! All I need in this life of sin Is me, Mary and a bottle of Hen' Real sh**, I do not pretend It's obvious I'm the f**ing man Man I just want them Benjamin's In the end f** a twin And her twin Again, and again, again, and again, again, and again Why you acting clueless? [Hook] You know me I'm a G-A-N-G-S-T-A-A-A-A-A-A One phone call swear to god it's going down like mayday-day-day-day-day You know me I'm a G-A-N-G-S-T-A-A-A-A-A-A One phone call swear to god it's going down like mayday-day-day-day-day That sh** so gangsta my n***a The sh** me and my n***as do be gangsta my n***a Getting money f**ing b**hes living gangsta my n***a That sh** so... (that sh** so) Man that sh** so G-A-N-G-S-T-A-A-A-A-A-A