Too Gangsta

[Verse 1: Horrid1] Had enough of going Bush When I go 'round there, there's no one there, they're absent [?] in the rave, I'm causing a mad ting, and standing around I'll stab him Anytime that I buck a Mozart yute in the can, I lost my standard I'll throw a tantrum, see a opp behind that gate I can't grab them and then smack him I put thousands in young g's pockets I ain't gon cap, man's honest I had gyal 6 months straight in the bando, no sleep at night, that's maximum profit No diet, whip it and lock it, raise a blade with a crap, man drop it Send pounds to a yard and it drops quick, 20 bags in cali, I lost it Angry dads could get shot too, put sons in pots what my block do Till this day I got parents shouting, "[?], look at your sons do" Every opponent I bucked in the can Got dealt with badly, this ain't no kung fu Multiple phones and shanks and my cell got spun too They won't [?] they know to respond too See man dash back, Huncho back that I tap that, left man laid on his back flat I won't say I'm a gunman, I love me a nank I'll splash that insane, I'll pack that Been on the 'aves with a mash strap, bad bitch put this gun in the handbag Broadday don't have no beef with Grove, everytime we saw my man, he got slapped at [Verse 2: Sav'O] Been doin' up mileage, always on violence Armed and deadly, ready for war (Haha) If I sight any guy I dislike from the other side Bun him and splash him, for sure (Grr) What you mean I'ma might me a opp And not ching it and ching it and ching it? That's natural choice Not much of a talker, more of a walker They get walked on and stepped on more I'm above the law, I ain't taking orders, blue lights chasin', hit them corners We get bored and step out of boredom Man get bored up, I can't stop boring Treat the world like it's ours, we're lawless We're winning the beef, yeah, I think you should forfeit I'mma smoke from night to the morning Keep on chatting, I'm ending the talk (JS, JS) Gyal see me and leech, 'cause they see what I do in Palm Beach Put her on a flight if I'm bored this week She ain't tricking, man give her a treat Slim gyal get a top tier gyal, backshots fat gyal drop down to their knees Can't G-check me, how you mean? Feel my aura, should not be in the streets I'm too gangsta to not have Ps I'm too gangsta to not run him up I'm too gangsta to see my opps, not jump out rise up, letting it buss I'm too gangsta to have one gyal, man need about then, rotate, switch it up He got put in a box, bill it up Blue tick made gyal give it up [Verse 3: Chinx (OS)] I see them comment and like on the pictures And now he's on the hitlist Any friend of a opp is a victim, let's step to their block and evict them Hold that steady, I'm squeezin' the big ting Made that messy, I'm cleaning my kitchen I think that's the heli I hear from a distance Feds wanna speak to the witness They ain't got enough status to mention the mandem We made the tension in Camden 'Member I went there at random Corned it, they must've thought that I planned it Suttin' got slapped, bro scored him a hattrick Suttin' got packed, don't talk on the mad ting I stepped in the mosque and saw me an opp I'm tryna control my thoughts in the masjid Free L, they gave him a G He went to the A, he made it a scene This big machine never came with a beam This sweet .16 weren't made for a teen If I hear that out, then tape for the streets Anywhere they hit gunshots go off, they probably blame it on me Even though I got war with the Malis, this ain't a racist beef Them IC1s are targets, too AR nearly got bun passing through If you heard that it's us, don't ask, it's true Z*** got bit with the sharpest tooth Being brave weren't the smartest move Put on my feet and spark this zoot