Growing Up Gangsta

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Great John on the beat, by the way
 Ha, ha
 Ha, ha
 Fross
 Lemme hear that
 Free Dev B, –
 Look
 I saw my felons need some Activis, like free the shottas (grrah)
 And only real –s in my circle, no imposter (gang)
 And brodie, he a demon, he'll turn you into pasta
 And after we done smokin' you, we go and eat some lobster (what, what?)
 Smokin' big Runtz, – shootin', call it Falcon (uh)
 If –s say it's lit, when we see 'em, we gon' out 'em (grrah-grrah)
 He talkin' all that –, let's really see if he about it (grrah)
 You say you movin' hot, well we turnin' up the climate (grrah)
 Sellin' grams in school while you was learnin' up in class (gang)
 I was addin' bread while you was addin' up in math (ha)
 You was cuffing girls while I was clappin' up that –
 You was doing homework while I was working in the trap (trap)
 You was up early taking field trips to school (school)
 I was up early in the field, tryna boom (bwah)
 You was tricking with –, I scooped her like a spoon
 – In her mouth, yeah I know you wifed it too
 Ha, we got guns, we got big Tecs (what?)
 Talkin' out of line, have them kill you for that big check (gang, gang, gang)
 And we ain't postin' on no book, – (at all)
 We'll come up on your sides and post up where you be at (grrah-grrah)
 –S talkin', you could get flexed
 A – been holdin' weight like I work in Planet Fitness (bah)
 And please stop talkin' like you droppin' –s (gang)
 The only droppin' that you doing is from these bullets makin' contact
 Bang (grrah-grrah, grrah-grrah-grrah-grrah)
 –S know my body, I be wildin' out (what?)
 'Cause I be movin' like a demon, talkin' spazzin' out
 Big booty – in the circle, they be actin' out (grrah)
 Ass fat, UFC, have her tappin' out (rah-rah)
 Lookin' freaky – that be actin' on some kinky – (woah)
 'Cause I be – all night, she can't believe this –
 Drop top, 'cause I'ma drop the bag if she toppin' it (skrrt)
 I'm startin' to think this – a shooter the way she cockin' it (ha)
 Huh, what?
 Huh, what?
 Huh, what?
 Look
 Might think I'm James Bond the way I'm fancy with my feets
 I heard that she a freak, yeah baby we could meet
 Got different color bitties and they all do tricks for me
 You was workin' for the city while the city work for me (ha, pussy)
 While you was servin' that food, I was servin' fiends
 You was wifin' up them thotties, I was wifin' up that breesh
 You was leanin' on them –, I was sippin' on that lean
 You was trickin' for that –, I was – for free
 We ain't – with Suburbans, this a Cadillac, uh
 You was workin' for that breesh, I was takin' that, uh
 Told her get up on her knees, you was lickin' cat, uh
 You was out here makin' scenes, I was shootin' back, uh
 You was in it, finna snitch, I was lockin' in, uh
 You was waitin' for that swing, I was poppin' it, uh
 I was out here uppin' scores, you was coppin' it, uh
 I'm startin' to think this – a shooter the way she cockin' it, cockin' it, cockin' it, ah
 

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Duration
03:01
Key
2
Tempo
95 BPM

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