*M-M-Mixtapes made me a king*
(Yeah)
*Gangsta Gri-zillz!*
(Uh, Yeah)
(Un Uh, Yeah)
*Gangsta Gri-zillz!*
(Yeah)
(Aye)
{Verse}
Let me start by saying all my latest exes got ran through
It’s evident I only want the top like some Cantu
The man been moving units like I’m Escobar
All my product set the bar
ni**a check my repuitoire
I done seen a ni**a rob a spliff shop in Nike flip flops
Took like 20 pounds and put all the cash in the ziplock
I keep my lips locked chasing a 3peat
And ni**as’ll sacrifice they dignity for some retweets, huh?
*Gangsta Gri-zillz!*
I done been through so much shady sh*t I really can’t word it at all
I got ni**as in the casket that didn’t deservе it at all
I got ni**as charged with sh*t that wasn’t urgent at all
All my ni**as demonstratе that life ain’t so perfect at all
I’m realizing life it’s really just the same sh*t, some deranged sh*t
Nike make a milli' just to drop the same sh*t
And ni**as lookin' silly just to rock the same sh*t
And it’s some lame sh*t
How ni**as get around the clique and talk some incredible sh*t
I’m not talking tracks when I say I put out several hits
sh*t could get medical quick
Make it some federal sh*t
I got youngins that’ll ride for me on some pedestal sh*t
Shoutout my shooter the county just released her on bail
Provide all the answers for all my questions like the conch shell
Bigger than MJ though I’m not exactly Montel
I’m just like my father though we didn’t exactly bond well
But fu*k a ni**a, imma just see the father figure in me
I done wrapped down on women ten times thicker than me
Times bigger than me
I could look at a woman so Innocently
And tell my b*tch it’s about me, and me, and more of me
I tell a b*tch you not the sh*t you just the toiletry
*Gangsta Gri-zillz!*
If there’s a problem with the money then report to me
That’s how we handle sh*t accordingly, and most importantly
A who*e is simply just a who*e and nothing more to me
But nonetheless they come in hordes to me
To treat these birches like a prize is like a chore to me
And if she wants to ride then she will act on one accord with me
*Gangsta Gri-zillz!*
And your b*tch is just a Ford to me, a four to me
I make ni**as’ b*tches leave the crib at 12 o clock to be with me
b*tches flock to be with me
I got b*tches waiting up at heaven docks to be with me huh
*Gangsta!*
{Chorus}
I’m gettin' paid like a motherfu*ka'
Shades darker than a b*tch but I can see
I got everything, you got nothin'
Cause you ain't got nothin' on me
Ooo, I’m gettin' money like a motherfu*ka'
Shades darker than a b*tch but I can see
I got everything, you got nothin'
Cause you ain't got nothin' on me
On me
fu*k around and leave the homies lonely
On me
You ain’t got nothin' on me
On me
fu*k around and leave the homies lonely
On me
On me
Let em' burn
b*tch