Gangsta Bitch Lyrics

Yeah

I fuck with her, she one of one, yeah she my gangsta bitch

She hold my gun and keep it quiet, on no messy shit

I'm a bad influence, her friends keep telling her to get away from me

I play the game, but sometimes got me thinkin' you was made for me

Told her, "I'm too in the mix"

But I won't go for none

Trying to catch me out in traffic, boy you trippin', Imma' pop my gun

I tell her all the time, "just hold it down they come and lock me up"

I'm off these drugs, she like me better when I'm sobered up

Yeah all type of different money, it get stuck inside this bankroll

Imma' keep it coming, probably the reason she won't let go

Imma' keep her cummin', you can tell, by the way her legs go

I ever catch feelings for this bitch, Imma' have to let it go, you dig

Yeah, I can't fall for ya

This money callin', all the time, girl ain't no time for ya

She the type that come from none, gon' do that time for ya

My bitch a choosy, she a freak, so ain't no wifin' her

She a good girl, but I bet I bring the demon out her

She go and leave, but I got options, it don't really matter

And this a different one, she stay in North Atlanta

Bring her to the Souf, and dog her out, and after Imma' pass her, you dig

Yeah all type of different money, it get stuck inside this bankroll

Imma' keep it coming, probably the reason she won't let go

Imma' keep her cummin', you can tell, by the way her legs go

I ever catch feelings for this bitch, Imma' have to let it go, you dig

Gangsta bitch, I get her wet, she like that shiesty shit

I feel like Gucci, every time I'm on that gutter shit

I send that bag, to them lil' youngins with them thirty clips

She eat it up, and feel it better when that thirty hit

I fuck with her, she one of one, yeah she my gangsta bitch

She hold my gun and keep it quiet, on no messy shit

I'm a bad influence, her friends keep telling her to get away from me

I play the game, but sometimes got me thinkin' you was made for me

Told her, "I'm too in the mix"

But I won't go for none

Trying to catch me out in traffic, boy you trippin', Imma' pop my gun

I tell her all the time, "just hold it down they come and lock me up"

I'm off these drugs, she like me better when I'm sobered up

Yeah all type of different money, it get stuck inside this bankroll

Imma' keep it coming, probably the reason she won't let go

Imma' keep her cummin', you can tell, by the way her legs go

I ever catch feelings for this bitch, Imma' have to let it go, you dig