Vic Mensa - Gangsta lyrics

[Intro: YG] Uh-oh [Verse 1: Mozzy] You say you affiliated but you never caught one It's body counts around this b*tch and you ain't got one On the su*ker's side with this fully ridin' shotgun And I been prayin' for a long time, it beat that hot one They be like "Damn, homie," yeah They took your chain and you ain't blam, homie? What the fu*k wrong with you dudes? I got this stick in my sweater Play with glicky, no jammin' Throw on my hoodie, no cameras I poured a brick in this Fanta, then pour it out for the dead ones I get your big dawg beheaded Ayy, that's on Jesus we steppin' Landlord on the necklace I put on for the section, it ain't no second guessing Could've lost my life in these trenches, was given second chances, yeah [Chorus: YG & Mozzy] ni**a, I'm a gangster, I done got my rank up Lamborghini, 'Raris, when we poppin' out, we paid up fu*k I look like laid up? How you think we came up? All that gangster sh*t that ni**a's poppin', mostly made up My b*tch, she a A-plus, make her hold the banger That's lil' bae, she gon' take the case and keep it gangster sh*t, clan we flamed up Fully when I yank somethin' ni**a play with anything I love, get yellow-taped up [Verse 2: YG] I got milli's on milli's Haha to the bank like it's silly This P-hat don't stand for Philly This sh*t Piru, do you feel me? This sh*t forever, it's with me Slime business, it's sticky My life a movie, need Emmy's I slide with it on me, don't tempt me I got a problem, I know it And I ain't 'fraid to show it I sip the drank like it's water I fu*ked her raw, I be hoin' My true colors be showin' That sh*t red, it be glowin' You hardly hood, you ain't gangster, b*tch, your hood disown you (Uh-oh) You hop on the 'Gram and talk that sh*t My ni**as in the street, they spark that sh*t The loudest man in the room get off When you grew up in the streets, you was taught that sh*t You ain't from the streets, never walked that sh*t Or the P or the B, you know fall for it The game don't know you, you soft as sh*t Take his chain, fu*k his b*tch The Lamborghini, yeah, I bought that b*tch Nine with a thirty on it and I brought this b*tch Spit on the dick, toot it up from the back Beat your ass-crack, yeah, I taught that b*tch I buy her bags so often, her look can't be real, man, I bought this b*tch Pop-pop-pop-pop you for a ni**a chain, I'ma have to spark this b*tch [Chorus: YG & Mozzy] ni**a, I'm a gangster, I done got my rank up Lamborghini, 'Raris, when we poppin' out, we paid up fu*k I look like laid up? How you think we came up? All that gangster sh*t that ni**a's poppin' mostly made up My b*tch, she a A-plus, make her hold the banger That's lil' bae, she gon' take the case and keep it gangster sh*t, clan we flamed up Fully when I yank somethin' ni**a play with anything I love, get yellow-taped up