Bringing Gangsta Back

Critics don’t like me, hip-hop like fuck me
I’m in the trap with the goonies and the junkies
Baby, shake that ass, bust that pussy for them bands
You got me in a trance, baby, do it with no hands
Swagging through the club, smelling like Versace
Rolling off a bean, wish a fuck nigga try me
Mob style life, so call me John Gotti
All my niggas felons, some niggas beat bodies
Get it like the Red Cross if I owe you money
Jewelry man calling, shawty, you too funny
I’m from Riverdale, so you know a nigga sheisty
Rob you for your ice, pussy nigga, now I’m icy
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Fuck the police, I’ma keep blowing loud
Bands on deck, we could take this shit to trial
I’m a lotto ticket, I’m not talking Bow Wow
Probably with your Blood, fucking with the big homie
Riding around Clayco, where everybody know me
Always keep it hood, my boys’d never disown me
I’m nominated the fans' favorite
Every time I hit your city or hit your block or mall like I live there
All my shows packed out like a motherfucker
All my niggas strapped up like a motherfucker
If a nigga jump stupid, we gon' beat your stupid ass
Hit you with a couple of bottles with your stupid ass
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