Gangsters Lyrics

I'm a whiteboy, but I aint afraid to shank ya

Fuck around with me bitch I'm cool with the gangsters

Yeah I hang around the bosses

I'm talking myself, my drip just like the faucet

Aye brodie gotta clock in

Not me tho, I let my money do the talking

Aye this shit fucking walking

Who's at the door, it's the beat fucking knocking

Hold up, silence the beat

Alright turn that shit back on I'm feeling the heat

I got a new bitch that I fuck every week

I fuck too much got me feeling so weak

Wake up why you falling asleep

Beat so hard can't even hear when I speak

I put my dick In her mouth I ain't feeling the teeth

Cuz the head game crazy bitch it's making me wheeze

Aye what the fuck he plotting

Every song that I drop it's gon always top it

I just can't stop it, I just like to bop it

Every girl I been with pussy's always sopping

Wet spray you down like a jet

This bitch turn me on when she send me a text

Got a pink thong on its relieving my stress

We both get it on and we look like a mess

After your shit be quick but my shit be faster

You look like a fool you a gosh damn bastard

Go pray with the pastor

But it won't save this bullet from hitting your ass up

I'm a whiteboy, but I aint afraid to shank ya

Fuck around with me bitch I'm cool with the gangsters

Yeah I hang around the bosses

I'm talking myself, my drip just like the faucet

I'm up and your down

Your bitch love when I'm around

Just kidding bitch I ain't playing no games

I pull all these hoes like lebron fucking James

I pull up at parties and they all know my name

POPPA P3RK done did it again

He done did it again, he done did it again

Yes I'm fucking your friend

Tell her ass to come in, yes I'm fucking your friend

Tell her ass to come in