Trae

Trae - I'm A Gangsta lyrics

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I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block

Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block

I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block

Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block

I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block

Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block

I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block

Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block





I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block

Twenty inch 4's, they don't make these on the drop

If they wanna jack I ain't finna tell a nigga stop

I bet a hundred stacks he can't take this out the glock

I'm a damn fool puttin broke niggas outta stock

Take a picture bitch send it to my niggas on lock

I'm a asshole, ghetto hoes love the way I rock

A sick mouth piece-I talk a bitch right up out the cot

I'm 'Tha Truth'if you say a nigga name

And I'll be there to cross ya ass if you say a nigga lame

I use to have a Hoop, but I rearranged the frame

So when they see me tippin slow-they get the fuck up out the lane

All Star in the game, money longer then a train

I finally got fly and I don't think I'm finna change

Thirty stacks out the safe so they see a nigga change

Fifty mo stacks now they know a nigga name

Nah the game ain't the same my attitude thru the roof

I'm bout to take my right hand and run it thru a nigga tooth

I hear boys gettin fly, swagger jackin in the booth

Tell them dickridin niggas that I'm the mothafuckin truth, Real Talk!





I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block

Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block

I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block

Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block

I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block

Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block

I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block

Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block





Ay a nigga wanna find me-I'm the streets of the south

With a bunch of ignorant niggas that'll take it to ya house

In a click of black whips everytime a nigga floss

I tell a bitch to give me head, and tell a bitch to get lost

It ain't nothin to a boss-I'm a league of my own

Better greet me with the code when you hit me on the phone

Tell them hoes I'm on the roam on 26 inches of chrome

I'm at a half of mill and that's off of rappin alone

If you think I'm goin broke my nigga that's where you wrong

If the rappin stops I load up a couple bricks then I'm gone

I use to watch my brother turn powder right into stones

But I done switched the game and put the crack in a form of a song

Now I got the hood set, doors flyin like a jet

Ostrich in the whip got haters on deck

If they thinkin that was somethin tell e'm see me in a sec

Everytime I pull up on e'm I'm a leave they face wrecked(haha)

I'll shut a bitch down, have e'm shook when I'm around

Get e'm if they pride high try to run it to the ground

Ain't shit to get the click and make niggas get out of town

If you ever see this gangsta, then hit e'm up with a sign





I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block

Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block

I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block

Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block

I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block

Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block

I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block

Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block





I'm a gangsta nigga you can tell when I walk

Right off the rip I check a bitch, and you can tell when I talk

I lost count ain't no tellin how many guns I done bought

And when it come to beef I won everytime that I fought

And if I ever end up caught, I get right back to the streets

And if I need to check a bitch I get right back to the beats

And if I need to touch a bitch I'm finna put e'm to sleep

And have his body out of function for a number of weeks

Asshole nigga never will I fold

And I represent the hood everywhere a nigga roll

I don't know what you was told but my boxin game cold

You try it you gon'be the first nigga that's gettin stoled

Then I'm back to the whips, slab floatin like a ship

I just released the top now they sayin I'm a trip

They hate the Mac-11 when I got a full clip

4 deep, 1 deep, 1 blood, 1 crip when I tip

I'm the one and I gotta let they ass know

Thinkin somethin slow and I'm a have to let my last go

I'll get ya touched for alittle bit of cash flow

Let the world know I'm a mothafuckin asshole!





I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block

Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block

I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block

Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block

I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block

Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block

I'm a gangsta, they don't make these on the block

Gan-gangsta, they don't make these on the block










                   
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