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PERFORMING ARTISTS
A$AP Rocky
A$AP Rocky
Vocals
Anderson .Paak
Anderson .Paak
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
JD Beck
JD Beck
Songwriter
Rakim Mayers
Rakim Mayers
Songwriter
Domi Louna
Domi Louna
Songwriter
Jose Rios
Jose Rios
Songwriter
Matthew Louis Marisola
Matthew Louis Marisola
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Free Nationals
Free Nationals
Producer

Lyrics

Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta (The Free Nationals) You know, my daddy was a gangsta And father before him was a damn thug I'ma learn to escape without these handcuffs I ain't going to court to see no damn judge Cocked a four-fifth, blow knobs up the hinge My security guard big, but inside a punk, bitch Ass nigga you's a trick, nigga, you's a wankster, wankster And my pop was a gangsta Fuck that hoe when I need sex, give me throat when I need neck Love her more when I'm in wreck, I reply when I see text I forgot her, God be vexed, say no more, my God say less Copy, copy, I'll be back, wear the tech, it's back in cap So, turn on your "thank-you cap" before I push this shit way back I'm the nigga, copy facts, like that, I'll stop where I be at, hold up Most of my memories phase, like all my enemies' names Like the Lion King, I'm in a way, I'm just here to reclaim Sipped on my Hennessy drink, sipped on my Henny Go on, my memory bank 'til it's empty On the G-side of things, on the street side of things Would a word bad mean 18 kind of things? (Yeah) And these niggas is serving life 18 kind of ways And that was way before the 18th, by the way Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta Yeah, I roll to my perfection, and I smoke with no detection Baddest hoes in my direction, ain't no hoe in my reflection I get chicks for my complexion, I'm a pimp, I know you guessed it Can't be bitchin', can't be questioned, I got gold in my complexion Brozen stone in my new necklace, I got hoes for my erection I got votes for my election, I got hoes for all my brethren, hold up You know, my daddy was a gangsta And father before him was a damn thug I'ma learn to escape without these handcuffs I ain't going to court to see no damn judge Gangsta, gang-gang-gangsta Gang, gang, gang, gangsta Gangsta, gang-gang-gang-gangsta Gangsta, my father was a gangsta Fuck that hoe when I need sex, give me throat when I need neck Love her more when I'm in wreck, I reply when I see text I forgot her, God be vexed, say no more, my God say less Copy, copy, I'll be back, wear the tech, it's back in cap So, turn on your "thank-you cap" before I push this shit way back I'm the nigga, copy facts, like that, I'll stop where I be at, hold up (The Free Nationals)
Writer(s): Rakim Mayers, Matthew Merisola, Brandon Anderson, Domitille Degalle, James Beck, Jose Rios Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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