Kevin Gates - Get Gangsta lyrics

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Kevin Gates - Get Gangsta lyrics

*Intro* Man go and cut me loose mane', god gone love this b**h a** n***a Leggo [Hook:] Murda bout that money, I know some k**as thats hungry b**h you wanna be grumpy? I'ma leave you p**y a** ? All my n***as got bangers, all about that danger That n***a shot my partna' up? now sh** about to get banging My n***as gangsta and we grew up selling raw Momma know my momma, now we go to war Gold mouth dawg' and he got some hardest I get in can no one can save him from god Now its boutta' get gangsta x4 [Verse one:] b**h n***a imma' die hard I'm the landlord of the third war Magnolia got dope fiends raw sh** on the murda' scene k** n***as, thats f**ed up ? , thats f**ed up ? My hittas on the block hustling, they don't trust you n***as Thats nothing Alotta n***as be b**h made, but in broad day I'm bustin' All my b**hes be thuggin' I f** them all but don't love them Bc get a stage n***a thats only loving' they brotha [Hook:] Murda bout that money, I know some k**as thats hungry b**h you wanna be grumpy? I'ma leave you p**y a** ? All my n***as got bangers, all about that danger That n***a shot my partna' up? now sh** about to get banging My n***as gangsta and we grew up selling raw Momma know my momma, now we go to war Gold mouth dawg' and he got some hardest I get in no can one can save him from God Now its boutta' get gangsta x4 [Verse two:] Black dickie, black scully, black gloves and a Glock 40 Weed sticky, sprite money Get your t-shirt bloody tryna' run up on me Small sh** will get you shot, hit em up like the beef was big I'm like 2Pac Flu set no flu shot, 33 in a stick like bird no ? Push my bu*ton had your roof drop Push your bu*ton had the roof drop Onstar gonna rooftop, 2 connects for the birds got 2 flocks Bank rolls in the loose knots, drank Act no blue dot Wanna high water like Mike in his tube socks All bullets in this new Glock, fore' the ? sends you to your boos spot [Hook:] Murda bout that money, I know some k**as thats hungry b**h you wanna be grumpy? I'ma leave you p**y a** ? All my n***as got bangers, all about that danger That n***a shot my partna' up? now sh** about to get banging My n***as gangsta and we grew up selling raw Momma know my momma, now we go to war Gold mouth dawg' and he got some hardest I get in can no one can save him from God Now its boutta' get gangsta x4 [Verse Three:] Cocaine flip the c**aine Sippin solo when it's slow lane I love ? took a hit for him Hit the clink for him, gave them no names ? in your mix, thinking with his dick, feelings got involved Gotta knock him off, blocca' blocca' blocca' I'mma' never talk, walking down Mac 11 on the car My n***as gangsta and we grew up selling raw Momma know my momma, now we go to war Gold mouth dawg' and he got some hardest I get in no can one can save him from God [Verse Four:] Og b**bie black, camera caught the footage Drop a quarta' thang', witness got the fully Poppin' beam and mac, don't put on a hoodie Ain't no tinted windows, they know I ain't p**y I'mma' die bout it, rappers lie bout' it In and out of jail, I ain't cry bout' it n***a k**ed my brotha', had to write bout' it f** you and your mother, she could cry about ya New designer belts, someone to respect Breadwinner sh** tatted on my neck Still in the game, all of my connects do whatever for me They love me to d**h