Gangster’s Paradise (feat. Teflon Zay)

(ADHD ya digg, haha)

Bow Bow Bow Bow Bow

(Ay what these **** on soulja?)

Shots went off on Front Street, (Bow Bow Bow), **** out here dyin'

I'm from West Atlanta where these hoes fuck for cosigns

In the streets not industry, will gun yo ass down bout a punchline

I've been takin' shit a long time, this shit in my bloodline

Renegade, we leave shit Frankenstein and back on frontline

He dissed, they spin't and hit his momma this shit get weird

His brother cryin'

Bump down artist, we really get shit started, I ain't never sleep with no nine

Heat Seeker scope, G3, this a MOS, my bitch like "What did you find?"

Ambushin' with the ARP

Yeah you can try jumpin' fence 556's it climb

I got a 2-4 in the Glock I'm Teflon Bron

Look at my wrist, it shine

Lace up your cleats when you out in that field

He worried 'bout ten yards but the stick had them lined

I got some patna's, been fightin' for years

And I got some bro's, sittin' on they bonds

I won't crease these bitches, I had to get off in my ones

Ion know what the fuck these **** thought, they stop making guns?

I can't tell yo ass how many block had to get spun

Sleepin' in my ski mask, mama asked me what have I done?

Pop out dog shit in my neighborhood, the bad bitches stunned

I got a choppa with the maple wood, updated tommy gun

You sayin' bad shit, you don't know no better, I know

All this wockesha in my lap, that's why I'm movin' slow

She think I'm feinin for her love, I'm feinin for the blow

My bro's they going to Gangster's Paradise, it's the life they chose

They bounced that on you, you thought they was done, come back after they reload

I'm sittin' up at night, I ain't even sleep, that shit burned in my soul

I looked up to **** until I didn't, because they play with nose

I smirk when they die, laugh when they cry, I think my heart is cold

Bang out in a downtown district, this shit still a unfold

They tryna take my crown, catch me slippin' like my head made of gold

The scram don't even know who the hell I'm is, fuckin' off a wardrobe

Her bestfriend told her I make the music that crank her earlobes

Shots went off on Front Street, **** out here dyin'

I'm from West Atlanta where these hoes fuck for cosigns

In the streets not industry, will gun yo ass down bout a punchline

I've been takin' shit a long time, this shit in my bloodline

Renegade, we leave shit Frankenstein and back on frontline

He dissed, they spin't and hit his momma this shit get weird

His brother cryin'

Bump down artist, we really get shit started, I ain't never sleep with no nine

Heat Seeker scope, G3, this a MOS, my bitch like "What did you find?"

(This is a DJ Slimeball exclusive)

Ayy lemme hear that bih' from the top