Gangers ft. Sterl Gotti Lyrics

Huh

He said he let that money get inside your head Sterl

All i'm thinking shit "I gotta get that bread Gotti"

Hit a nigga with that boom make em worry bout it

I'm the highest in the room

I'm the one that get em home when they touching down

I'm the one that get em gone when you not around

I'm the one that track the package when it's shipping out

Way before the rapping i was rapping i ain't in to clout

(Ohhhh, Ugh)

Had to up that ratchet on em

They can't get no passes i ain't passing on em

They say they want active we get active on em

We was too deep with the opps ain't have no ratchet on us

And I'm a young stunna

Pocket full of hunnits uh huh

They can clap it out with us we making em run

And I'm a young nigga

Skrilla in my denim

For all that fake shit niggas them talking we got real guns

That paper getting to they head

They acting funny when that bread come

Even when i had no money i could fuck and get the head from her

It's all about the benjis i see blues but in my city, it be redrum

Ima keep my pistol on the right in case they play wrong

Way before the rapping i was rapping it's gon pay off

I be feeling like nobody does it better but i ain't Nate Dogg

Flip the switch that bitch shooting nonstop just like a Drake song

Coming from the bottom to the top but it won't take long

Ima keep my glock like i'm Pac i can't change on em

I put 80 in the chop Jerry Rice we got grains for em

I'm like fuck the snakes and the fuck the Jakes i hate State Farm

In my Future all i see is pape but i can't wait for it