Letras
Yeah, it’s another late one
Or early one, should I say
Keep the KK rolled t-G-O-D
Gangstas don’t sleep
Yeah, man I don’t care let me
Talk my shit one time yeah
I’m from the west side
Real niggas throwing them sets high
Bitches like these Benzes
Need a code when I can test drive
RIP to Left Eye, no TLC
Youngin's really let them TEC's fly
Who got the scam from Best Buy
Always been a hustler, smooth
Cool motherfucker
Real thirsty when I’m thirsty
Taaka Vodka with the Pucker's
Never been a sucker
40 in the stash, kicking like
Jackie Chan, Rush Hour, chris Tucker
Lot of rappers talk the talk
But they be hella faking
And you don't ever seem'em 'round
Boys forever vacant
I was raised by the G's, if you fear it
Face it
Cause when it’s on, hood a scary movie
Freddy-Jason
Here now and they won’t take my seat
Can’t nobody contend now when I make my heat
I used to hit the club with them fake ID’s
Now my bitch open my phone cause of face ID
You can catch me ridin out
Rolling up kill, hand on the steering wheel
You can catch me ridin out
Down ass bitch by my side and my nitrous real
You can catch me ridin out
Diamonds on my neck but I ain’t got no chill
You can catch me ridin out
I’m a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
You can catch me ridin out
Aye, rich blood, Goyard's over fresh braids
Sauced up, blammas bruising up my rib cage
Stars in the ceiling shining on my space J’s
Killer California ain’t no place to vacate
Niggas break safe to save face
Make your fate wait
Haters tugging on my dick like a shake weight
If it ain’t gorilla glue then it’s KK
AK’s and AKA’s hey, imma make it one day
I done worked all week for this Friday
And woke up to a Sunday
Yeah I been smoking out the
Pound since the chronic, nigga now it’s KK
And these hunnids got you
Niggas acting violent
But you don’t want this gun play
Cause I’m a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
Gangsta
You can catch me ridin out
Rolling up kill, hand on the steering wheel
You can catch me ridin out
Down ass bitch by my side and my nitrous real
You can catch me ridin out
Diamonds on my neck but I ain’t got no chill
You can catch me ridin out
I’m a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
You can catch me ridin out
Breaking bitches for their bread
Told her meet me in bed
Don’t kick her out, I want breakfast instead
Don’t trust these niggas
They might be the Feds
I’m always three steps ahead
It’s in my skin, Taylor Gang till I’m dead
I ain’t stressed cause all I want’s the pay
Make a hundred grand
Blow a hundred joints a day
Man these niggas think they
Better but they not
If I drop a song today I bet it'll be hot
It’s with me on the plane
Catch me cruising up the West Side
Pittsburgh nigga got it tatted on my chest
The money still green
The bitches still calling
My music still rock, my niggas still balling
Make another 5 mil just off touring
You niggas all sound the same
The game getting boring
Keep the KK stashed, champagne in the glass
You can hear me when I pass
You can catch me ridin out
Rolling up kill, hand on the steering wheel
You can catch me ridin out
Down ass bitch by my side and my nitrous real
You can catch me ridin out
Diamonds on my neck but I ain’t got no chill
You can catch me ridin out
I’m a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
You can catch me ridin out
Me and you smoking on a pound or two
Riding in my whip to the store
For some papers cause they already rolled
Me and you smoking on a pound or two
Riding in my whip to the store
For some papers cause they already rolled
You can catch me ridin out
Rolling up kill, hand on the steering wheel
You can catch me ridin out
Down ass bitch by my side and my nitrous real
You can catch me ridin out
Diamonds on my neck but I ain’t got no chill
You can catch me ridin out
I’m a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
You can catch me ridin out