Are u gangSTA ft. TROUBLE GZZ Lyrics

Are you gangsta

Are you gangsta

Huh

Are you gangsta

Are you gangsta

Huh

Are you gangsta

Are you gangsta

Huh

Streets where

No faking

Huh

Are you tough

Where that lawyer

Now you shaking

Huh

Are you strapped

But you ain't never got

That taken

Huh

Come on the strip

We strip you down

Like some bank

Huh

If he gangsta

I'm a see it

When I face him

Huh

Get up close

And bust his ass

See how he take it

Boy you a rat

Straight undercover

Like a blanket

And I play

but I'm a bitch

let him think it

Point of discussing

There's no talking

Conversation

Killed your man

Behind my hood

They celebrate

You ain't get back

So pussy nigga

You ain't gangsta

Sacrifice you get solved

Bitch I'm Haitian

On the e-way

from the sludge

Bitch I be racing

Real gangsta came a long way

From the Vegas

Moving food, weed, e pills

and Caucasian

You in my lane

Go do your thing

Can't do the

Back and Fourth

Like bitchs

All my opps

Gonna miss it

So load the bases

Ain't no talking

We just gonna

Go on mission

Arm the pole

With good precision

Bitch ain't no missing

I hit your bitch

I'm in her guts

And now you

In your feelings

Are you gangsta

Not so much

Cuz now you in my

Mentions

I lived this life

This is not a game

Boy

No Nintendo

Move with extendos

In the inside

Of my cup

Like skittles

Got those red

Green and blue tips

Flying out like missiles

So what the issue

Get you lined boy

I'm real Officials

Move like a stencil

Or you make it sweet

Just like McGriddles

Pop like a pimple

Bust your mental

In her mouth

Like a dimple

Are you gangsta

Huh

Bitch I make this

Shit look simple

You like gangstas

Huh

Let me show you

How my gang get

You like gangstas

Huh

Let me show you

How my gang get

You like gangstas

Huh

Let me show you

How my gang get

You like gangstas

Huh

Let me show you

How my gang get

Yea we with

The shit

You best to check

That bitch

Plus on rye

You know its dirt

You can't even see

Through the tint

Smoking from the

Front line

Gots my eyes burning

Wide open

Shorty

Focus pistol smoking

Never stop

In this fast lane

Going insane trying to

Maintain around these

Fuck niggas

Still get to a bag

Cuz I;m above

Niggas

Get no love

From the hitter

Ain't with the

Chatting

Gus get to

Clapping

Caught you slipping

You were captain

Beat her up

Micheal Jackson

And R. Kelly in the crib

I ain't hiding

In her closet

I'm just pissing

On shit

Big bag on deck

Come on who

All do plan to give

A couple of g's to my g's

till you ass hit

Spin the block

Hurry up nigga

I see a lick

Fendy shot

Out the cannon

Making em a flip

Just your reactions

Of your actions

When your using

My shit

Just my reactions

To your actions

When hauling

My shit