Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quentel Anthony Gann-Greenfield
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Derek Elliot
Mixing Engineer
The Production House HBG LLC
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Not you claimin that you gangsta you a hoe ****
Talking bout all of this trappin but you broke ****
Keep that glizzy wit me everywhere I go ****
I be pushin p I got it for the low ****
Not you claimin that you gangsta you a hoe ****
Talking bout all of this trappin but you broke ****
Keep that glizzy wit me everywhere I go ****
I be pushin p I got it for the low ****
Not you claiming that you gangsta
In ya raps **** stop
**** gansta til this shit really
Get gangsta on the block
I done threw my bro the flamer
Yeah I really got the drop
Momma told me to stay dangerous
In these streets Gave me a Glock
Momma told me to stay dangerous
In these streets gave me the work
I remember I was out trapping
All night on the 1st
I was only 15 when I seen that boy get marked
Went to school the next week
Seen his face on a shirt
I got franklins like im Kirk
Do a drill pull off like skurrttt
Za got me on full alert
Had to chill from popping perks
Soulja Boy I did it first
Hit my phone you need a verse
Remember back when I was hurtin
I use to think that I was cursed
Not you claimin that you gangsta you a hoe ****
Talking bout all of this trappin but you broke ****
Keep that glizzy wit me everywhere I go ****
I be pushin p I got it for the low ****
My heat riding front seat this bitch my hoe ****
Nothin less than a bowl its all whole sale chickens
If that scale read one below this **** smoked brisket
No kidding like old bitches
Drums switches how the fuck these titties aint got no nipples
How the fuck I book this room in the Hilton still aint seen Paris Hilton
I give you this gift on Christmas Eve you aint gone make it to Christmas
How you post that missin post and still aint slide you must don't miss em
Nobody still aint died y'all ass must not be tryin is you
Hit the 9 if you wit that shit you wit online
Lets see who die im willing to bet my last dime it wont be mine
On all the guys bitch don't act surprise when we climb thru yo blinds
Not you claimin that you gangsta you a hoe ****
Talking bout all of this trappin but you broke ****
Keep that glizzy wit me everywhere I go ****
I be pushin p I got it for the low ****
(Tali fucked yo bitch ****) yeah
Keep that stick just like a painter
That boy try run up I don't know
What the fuck that boy was thinking
Lil 3 bands for a p of what im drinking
Bro hopped out Draco just swangin
You aint hit his head but he dead
That's complete mission
You gone die when we bump heads
**** keep dissin
Heard that **** told on his man
**** stay snitchin
You aint try jump out on the drill
This **** stay bitchin
DOA he hit em in his head
And he aint twitchin
I done put that fuckin switch on
Now it aint glitchin
Brodie got on black Air Force ones
**** stay spinnin
Brodie gone throw that fuckin bullet
Like he Peyton Manning
Not you claimin that you gangsta you a hoe ****
Talking bout all of this trappin but you broke ****
Keep that glizzy wit me everywhere I go ****
I be pushin p I got it for the low ****
Not you claimin that you gangsta you a hoe ****
Talking bout all of this trappin but you broke ****
Keep that glizzy wit me everywhere I go ****
I be pushin p I got it for the low ****
Written by: Quentel Anthony Gann-Greenfield
