Daboii - Gangsta Shit lyrics

[Chorus] This that gangsta sh*t Feds come grab you up, but you play dumb, don't you be sayin' sh*t Nah b*tch, this ain't happen over night, I had to pray for this Dboii why you always talkin' sh*t? b*tch I get paid for this This that gangsta sh*t Feds come grab you up, but you play dumb, don't you be sayin' sh*t Nah b*tch, this ain't happen over night, I had to pray for this Dboii why you always talkin' sh*t? b*tch I get paid for this I don't give a fu*k how bad she is, nah I can't pay da b*tch Tryna figure out, like who the fu*k they think they playin' with? b*tch I love them streets 'cause that's what made me, I was made for this You wouldn't know nothin' about it, this that gangsta sh*t b*tch [Verse 1] This that gangsta sh*t Nah lil' ni**a Ion't play no sports, but I'll play a b*tch Knock the baddest b*tch, now watch me treat her like a basic b*tch Put her in her spot, I got her bustin' like a K the clip Ooo I think this lil' b*tch a ten, look how she takin' it Every ni**a on my team will shoot, yeah we thе Lakers b*tch Brodie bro ain't nevеr broke the code, but he'll break a b*tch I'll pull up to a opp grave, piss, and take a sh*t I don't know what's wrong with these lil' ni**as, but I feel sorry for 'em Put a opp ni**a in the ground, throw a party on 'em Boy best get the fu*k up out my way if you don't fu*k with I Uhh I'ma SOB ni**a fu*k the other side Almost gave up rap a year ago, this sh*t fun again I don't trust a soul, I hit the stage b*tch with my gun in hand b*tch I'm in that field, I'm in that jungle, b*tch the motherland SOB x what? Nah ni**a we don't fu*k with them b*tch [Chorus] This that gangsta sh*t Feds come grab you up, but you play dumb, don't you be sayin' sh*t Nah b*tch, this ain't happen over night, I had to pray for this Dboii why you always talkin' sh*t? b*tch I get paid for this I don't give a fu*k how bad she is, nah I can't pay da b*tch Tryna figure out, like who the fu*k they think they playin' with? b*tch I love them streets 'cause that's what made me, I was made for this You wouldn't know nothin' about it, this that gangsta sh*t b*tch [Verse 2] Yeah, gangsta ni**a need a gangsta b*tch Damn I love them jeans up on you, bae got all that cake in it How he make that choppa sing like that? He think he Drake with it I'll bend that lil' babby over and go ape in it Granny make me used to chew on soap, I got a potty mouth She like what you really wanna do? I whip my johnny out How you get ran through not celibate? b*tch what's yo' body count? Tired of ni**as actin' like they killas, what's yo' body count? Rich ni**as still eatin' TV dinners and top ramen noodies I just seen a opp, boy played it cool, ain't even try to shoot me Oh you got crate? you say it's sealed, then let me buy the juicy I could tell the way, she givin' brain, this b*tch a college student I can't listen to nobody music, I'ma fan of I She like what I gotta do to fu*k? I told her fantasize What the fu*k you pour up in yo' soda? Boy yo' fanta lie The opps know that we be out here for real, that's why they kept inside ni**a [Chorus] This that gangsta sh*t Feds come grab you up, but you play dumb, don't you be sayin' sh*t Nah b*tch, this ain't happen over night, I had to pray for this Dboii why you always talkin' sh*t? b*tch I get paid for this I don't give a fu*k how bad she is, nah I can't pay da b*tch Tryna figure out, like who the fu*k they think they playin' with? b*tch I love them streets 'cause that's what made me, I was made for this You wouldn't know nothin' about it, this that gangsta sh*t b*tch