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Classical Gangsta
2,100
Hip-Hop/Rap
Classical Gangsta was released on July 26, 2024 by Ryze Hendricks LLC, Million Dolla Dreams Music Group as a part of the album Real Gangsta : These Lyrics Did Not Match the Beats
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Release DateJuly 26, 2024
LabelRyze Hendricks LLC, Million Dolla Dreams Music Group
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM100

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Walther Hendricks III
Walther Hendricks III
Songwriter

Lyrics

This music is not meant to be rapped on
Especially the rap you do
That's what makes it gangsta
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR, hah
Real gangsta
When I run up on you with the strap, give up the purse, the wallet, the shoes, the keys, the watch
If you don’t, I’ma have to hit you up with the K, the shotty, the hammer, the Drac’, the Glock
We gon’ hop up in the whip, and we gon’ slide up on these rats, these punks, these cats, the foes, the opps
On a run from 5-0, 12, the cops
If I find out you snitchin’, then you get popped
Ridin’ in the Benz with the strap
9mm on my lap
Say you gangsta, that’s cap
In the strip club throwin’ stacks
In VIP with the pole
Movin’ these keys on the road
I’ll be trappin’ it, clappin’ it, movin’ it, makin’ her play with it, cook it up like the way I stir it up in the pot
GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR
Let’s go
Put in work with them blammers
I was nailin’ with the hammers
I’m a villain of all villains
I scammed all the scammers
Movin’ work on the highway
I’ma get it to Atlanta
Duckin’ feds, not goin’ back to the slammer
Ha ha ha, bop bop bop bop
All my chicks fall in line, all I mess with is dimes
Mike Jordan in ’97, I’m still in my prime
I can get it done with the .45 or with the 9
Big salute to all the homies, they still doin’ time
You gon’ find his hand missin’ for tryna touch mine
Got pies, I’m in the kitchen
I had to cut ties, wonder why the boy snitchin’
You really ain’t live, you a lie, this a man’s mission, resign
Uh, huh
They know I’m real, and you lame
I’m gettin’ money so fuck the haters
The ski masks scare my neighbors
She want me, but can you blame her?
Problem is you try to tame her
Hypergamy in her nature
And a ho gon’ be a ho, you might as well just let her go
Don’t feel no way, she for the streets
We can really get it poppin’, if we find them, we gon’ stomp 'em
Let the hammers get to dumpin’, pop, pop, pop, pop
See these chickens, they be cluckin’, I don’t wife em, I don’t love em
Let it off, they get to duckin’
Knew I was the man, they show respect up in the prison
Yeah, they knew the work I put in with the heat, I get to spittin’
Better duck, or fill a Mac, or fill a pump
Written by: Walther Hendricks III
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