Gangsta ft. St.Memphis

This the type of shit you don't gotta count nigga it's all there, respectfully

It's clipped for you niggas, word to my mother aye aye

If you see me outside by myself you know I got that fye

I can't fuck on no lame bitch she better be down to ride

And that's word to blood I'm on demon time when I come out with my guys

Ain't fentanyl in this white, why would I want my clients to die wait

What what, Oouu oouu, I'm in a different mood

Try me and I'll have you moon walking, I'll send you to the moon

Them mob ties got homies in different states they know when I'm coming through

And all my niggas earn my respect, you don't wanna know what I seen em' do

Gangsta I keep it gangsta