They Call That Gangsta
(专辑: The Casket Factory - 2016)
[Verse 1
Blaze:] Top down, bitches drop down to their knees When they're in the
midst of some real G's Real G
shit AK's with banana clips Bring out the
inner gorilla you son of a
bitch I'mma take a
big hit, hold it in, let it go Inhale, exhale, only marijuana smoke No joke, man I
ain't even laughing Ain't no time to argue, squeeze a
trigger and let the
gun blast All my hitters and bitches and real killers and drug dealers I
hold it down for you cause I
be a
vandetta in G
flag Of what color Bitch you look at me sideways I
cut your eye out with a
box cutter See me dog no collar, no chain And my bark and bite are equal so they one and the
same I
ain't new to the
game so don't play a
punk with me Grab your toilet paper cause I
turn your whole life shitty [Hook (The R.O.C.) & Blaze:] (They call that gangsta) What I'm doing, who I
be Ain't nobody dead or alive even fucking with me (Gangsta) Born in the
back of a
lowrider with hydraulics and spokes And them low pro tires Baptized with the
40 behind the
liquor store Call y'all G's so we coming to kick it more [?] [Verse 2 The
R.O.C.:] That's what you call gangsta, y'all RuPauls No balls when we check of your shit you guys are too small We move off in the
direction, with less stress and more sexing From the
section, that means your woman are now our lesson Me and Blaze don't check, they want 'em down Collect what it gotta be in our circle of this shit No sweating, these suckas know all occasion Cause punks they get their hating We spraying at the
sweater We got a
Satan at gun point already Let it rain confetii, if you dead and gone that's savvy We skeet off in them pirellis Them boys were never jelly We shoot it out, get burried I'm mashing, pumping out in my box chevy like who's ready? My belly always stuffed with chumps I
eat em up With their luck so what, we're never help you ain't born tough Note to self, you see me head down, let's talk I'm beating my chest, I'm worldwide you can't get enough [Hook (The R.O.C.) & Blaze:] (They call that gangsta) What I'm doing, who I
be Ain't nobody dead or alive even fucking with me (Gangsta) Born in the
back of a
lowrider with hydraulics and spokes And them low pro tires Baptized with the
40 behind the
liquor store Call y'all G's so we coming to kick it more [?] [Verse 3
Lex The
Hex Master] Too many wankstas [?] and prankstas Not enough gangstas, gun butters and shankstas Tell me what you bang for, I'm pulsing these niggas anger These fists cuffed tangler the
Queens got me strangler Lex the
Hex Master, trenching the
necks bastard Claiming he drops classics, smack 'em back to Jurassic Practicing black magic while making factory caskets I'll leave gash, sticking and moving just call me Cassius We're not affiliated, packing heavy radiator Sorry, real G's don't find skinny jeans intimidating All initiated cowards get asphyxiated Flow's sophisticated so Lex is highly anticipated Faith tainted, my face painted, I
must be sick Maintained to stay faded to fuck a
bitch And by that time next year they y'all know me Hex the
Master, The
R.O.C. and Blaze ya Dead Homie [Hook (The R.O.C.) & Blaze:] (They call that gangsta) What I'm doing, who I
be Ain't nobody dead or alive even fucking with me (Gangsta) Born in the
back of a
lowrider with hydraulics and spokes And them low pro tires Baptized with the
40 behind the
liquor store Call y'all G's so we coming to kick it more [?]