Ultimate Gangsta feat. 2 Chainz

歌詞

Nightmares, give these niggas hysterias Jokers, niggas is serious mmm! Everybody's strapped up, posted Chilling in areas Everybody's got that pistol Couldn't get near us nah! Everybody's got talk Everybody wants some Everybody's got guns Yeah, everybody's got one yeah Hit him with the hand ting Or get him with the long one Man gon' get a little wrong done Man gon' get him in the long run switch it Hold 'em and poke that wanker This that ultimate gangsta This that niggas don't want no smoke 'Cause this that ultimate cancer Niggas ain't jumping no boat My niggas ain't throwing no anchor anchor Niggas just roll up and smoke man Niggas just going out gangsta mmm! Niggas just roll up, want big noise Niggas just blow up that tanker Pap pap pap pap! Niggas wanna roll with them big boy Biggest authority stamper yes Niggas ain't sipping no cups So nuttin' don't flow with no Fanta Thinking these niggas is wet Now niggas is going out damper yes! I said Batman They thought man was joking When I'm talking bout' dressing all black A nigga was scopin' 'Cause I'm fucking this rap shit Niggas is sulking sulking Fuck your little chit chat talk show Niggas is smoking smoking Niggas ain't getting no cash now Niggas just coping no cash Niggas just looking Macauley Niggas is coking Ha! You can just get hit with that .40 Or nigga gets poking Poking Man have got me thinking it's game time When they see a nigga get coaching yeah Man have got shooters Niggas just get them Niggas just get them Niggas just ate them Niggas just get them Niggas just get them Niggas just get them Niggas just get them Niggas just get them, ate them Niggas just swept them Niggas just get them Niggas just get them Niggas just get them Niggas just get them Niggas just get them Niggas just get them 2 Chainz! I got to war in a suit I hit the chick in a glut The condo, it came with a coupé The Southside ain't been the same since we launched T.R.U This is the real street category Rocking more rings than Robert Horry Flow real nasty like a lavatory No more of me in the inventory Yeah, out with the clip on the side I got my dick on her thigh Wrists don't fuck with you lie Pistol on 4th of July Nigga, I hate when you lie Bankroll thicker than Nicki Minaj Ah, make em sit like a cigar Ah, sipping the rod, you can smell it for a mile Uh, check the stats, man See what they do to a black man I'm still undefeated even when I'm shooting jump shot For some money in the trash can And my holster got embroidery When they see me they recording me Got a grill, nigga? Show your teeth They ain't yours, nigga, show your lease Yeah, that man I'm just running up a sack man In the backseat with my feet On the partition, simply relaxing Tryna' put a line between me and you? Call that a fraction Thinking I don't know how to act? Shit, I'm about that action jheeze! Uh, drinkin' on that Act' Shit, talking 'bout the trap Walk around with racks Walk around with straps Walk around with SKs Been rich for a decade Tatted up like a esé I really fell in love with how the TEC spray Ultimate gangsta I don't give a finuck Pull up in a trinuck Nigga better dinuck Turn your ass to dinner Save you for some leftovers Run up on you from the right side And shoot you in your left shoulder Man have got shooters Niggas just get them Niggas just get them Niggas just ate them Niggas just get them Niggas just get them Niggas just get them Niggas just get them Niggas just get them, ate them Niggas just swept them Niggas just get them Niggas just get them Niggas just get them Niggas just get them Niggas just get them Niggas just get them