Gz

Uh Look, uh Look Dawg, uh They say you thugged out, gangsta, gangsta Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous Drained and drugged out, anxious, ain't you? Banged up, banger Tell them bitches stop playin' with us (uh, look) I feel the anger, all way down to my ankles Tryna keep ahead, so yeah, I keep one in the chamber Puttin' shit to bed, we all blessed, fed, and thankful Puttin' shit to bed, he bled tears, shed, painful It's goin' to my head Don't let that picture that they paint you in reflection turn deception in your brain You want respect? Then give the same (uh) Dealin' with some real shit, they're fakin' beef, we're creating Call it competition, feel more like it's class participation Get the gloves out, banger, banger It ain't no love down south, memories painful My patner got the plug down south, Cartagena Flew to Colombia, work muchos buenos Shawty, you too thugged out (gangsta, gangsta) Nah, fuck it, they say you too tough Exterior black, ugly and rough (yeah) Inferior to shirt and ties, suit with the tux (uh) Tempered, you fuckity, sick and tired, he turned shit up Bear wires, but not a bad guy You know how black lives (don't) matter We see the data and the pattern applied Don't feel pity, throw a party, nigga, pass me the mic I be thinkin' maybe Martin was wrong, Malcolm was right Fuck it, we thugged out, gangsta, gangsta Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous Drained and drugged out, anxious, ain't you? Banged up, banger Tell them bitches stop playin' with us Gangsta, gangsta (gangsta) Gangsta, gangsta Uh, look, yeah I left the flame, they hit that game, but had to park on the dick Took everything from out the whip besides the change and the stick It's hella dark, you can't see shit behind this ten percent tint I should get five percent tint, I been on all kinds of mischief Probably when I'm ridin' through the city Cops think I'm ridin' 'round to get it Like I'm Tity, tryna get money, 'cause the economy is shitty Mind your business, write up the ticket while I'm windin' up the window Saints and Falcons, robbery weekend, and this time we gotta win it You know I'm all about the business Back then, took Martha out to Kensington Then got my Jordans out the flea market, just got started reminiscin' 'Bout all them cars we tried to crack Smash it, them doors we used to kick Jack shit, we was sleepin' on the floors, way more important to the script In another series of events, lot of shit, it be very unfortunate Like I mentioned, we had the game, finna go, and I'm feelin' a sudden suspense I get in my car, see some glass by the door, and I'm like, "Why the fuck is this?" I knew what it was, the stadium right in the hood and my window was busted Now I feel all the blood is rushin' Take a second, a minute, adjustment Had a couple things, but if they ain't found my bangin' They ain't really get nothin' (come on, bruh) Thank God, dang, you little niggas took everything From the spare tires, to the spare change The insurance papers, and some blunt spray What the fuck would they want with that anyway? But we in Atlanta, you could see the channels, man That shit gon' happen every, any day Might not see bandanas But he squeeze the hammer like John Henry, tryna beat the train Havin' fun with it, bunch of young nigga, tryna feel numb to the pain I ain't trippin' 'cause I know who responsible It's the motherfuckas that be claimin' We too thugged out, gangsta, gangsta Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous Drained and drugged out, anxious, ain't you? Banged up, banger Tell them bitches stop playin' with us (uh, fuck) Gangsta, gangsta (gangsta) Gangsta, gangsta Haha