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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ronsha Anderson
Ronsha Anderson
Songwriter

Lyrics

It's the last stop, we headed to the gangsta party
Everybody there, hurry up, we can't be tardy Lots of fingers twistin' in the air, who got
Me started
Got the youngins and they don't care, they retarded
Deliver the package, then we blow it up Stackin', I throw my fingers up
Full of that cognac, I hope I make it home I'm feelin' good, no interruptions, I cut
Off my phone
Yeah, trap shit, when I'm in this bitch, I make it do a backflip
Take a 20 ball, then I stack it, I'm havin' When it come to the streets, swear to God
I got passion I don't want the front, I want the backend
You ain't really havin', ****, stop cappin' to me
I'm blind to the bullshit, got mercy charles, I can't see
You don't want beef with me, I came from the streets
Had them youngins tie you up, **** by your feet
Gwalla in the back and he rollin' These **** hate the fact that we chosen
I ain't wanna buy the pistol, heard it was stolen
They hate on Lil Dricc because he golden, he goated
**** in here and they coolin', **** in there and they boolin
Ain't got no hoes around me, ****, we all shootin
Everybody strapped, we got Berettas and we got them Rugers
Don't make the wrong move, I got a team full of shooters
Throw my deuce up, while I'm C'walkin
I got that **** put up, he layin' in the coffin
Ain't no need to talk about it, ****, shake some if you gon' do that
He runnin' his mouth, talkin' his shit, ****, don't do that
I got some brothers six O, got some brothers from the six
We ridin' in six-fo's, cutters on this bitch
We tippin' on four-fo's, go ask your bitch
I'm finna be late, I'm headed straight to the gangsta party
It's the last stop, we headed to the gangsta party
Everybody there, hurry up, we can't be tardy
Lots of fingers twistin' in the air, who got me started
Got the youngins and they don't care, they retarded
Written by: Ronsha Anderson
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