Gangstas Lyrics by Pop Smoke is latest English song with music also given by Swirv & CashMoneyAP. Gangstas song lyrics are written by Pop Smoke.
Gangstas Song Detail
Singer: Pop Smoke
Composer: Swirv, CashMoneyAP
Lyrics by: Pop Smoke
Gangstas Pop Smoke
Them ni**as gotta hear what the fu** I’m talkin’ ’bout (Woo, woo)
(I be in New York)
Feel me, Lil’ Z? (I be in New York with the gangsters)
On your set with some real shit, ni**a (Gangsters)
(Swerve)
I don’t want none of that extra loud shit
This ain’t none of that rainbow hair shit
Know what I’m sayin’? (I be in New York with the gangsters)
This the real streets shit, yeah, ni**a
(I be in New York with the gangsters)
Fu**in’ voice of the streets, man
It’s like Jesus walkin’ (Woozin’ automatics)
More like Christopher Walking, man (I be with the straights and the apes)
Y’all know what’s up (Talkin’ stone to stone)
(Bringin’ bags, we don’t wanna hear nothin’ ’bout it)
Free all my ni**as, free all the streets
I be in New York with the gangsters
Know a ni**a that’ll shoot you for a tandem (Grrt)
If my opps is chillin’ in the foreign (Bah)
Then my ni**as shootin’ up the Phantom (Bah, bah, bah)
I be in New York with the gangsters (Woo)
Know a ni**a that’ll shoot you for a tandem (Bah)
If my opps is chillin’ in the foreign (You lackin’ ass ni**as)
Then my ni**as shootin’ up the Phantom (Grrt)
.44 got a kickback (Bah)
Click-clack, get back (Bah)
Shots at your rib pack (Grrrt)
Or you can get chin checked (Woo)
Them trollin’ ni**as actin’ up (Actin’ up)
So ni**as packed him up (Pack him up)
Brazy was actin’ tough
‘Til ni**as slapped him up (Pussy)
Pop Smoke on top (Haha)
Ni**as mad as fu** (Mad)
Six by six, big Benz on my wrist (Grrt)
If you don’t got your nails done, you are not it (Woo)
Automatically on the blocked list (Blocked, bi**h)
Ni**as talkin’ ’bout they guns (Guns), but never shot shit (Cap)
Might as well put a cap on it, all over with a chopstick (Pussy)
Run up and I’m brandin’ them, take a ni**a shoppin’ (bi**h)
Reach and I’m branchin’ it ’cause I don’t know who watchin’ (I’m on point)
It’s a Ginger Ale and Henny day, eased up on the crème brûlée (Hahaha)
38’s on the block (Block), a ni**a won’t hesitate (Bah)
Had to move these bi**hes up (Move up) ’cause they was in the way
I wouldn’t want them to get shot by an enemy
I be in New York with the gangsters (And what’s up?)
Know a ni**a that’ll shoot you for a tandem (Tandem, grrt)
If my opps is chillin’ in the foreign (Bah)
Then my ni**as shootin’ up the Phantom (Bah, bah, bah)
I be in New York with the gangsters (Woo)
Know a ni**a that’ll shoot you for a tandem (Bah)
If my opps is chillin’ in the foreign (You lackin’ ass ni**as)
Then my ni**as shootin’ up the Phantom (Grrt)