Southside - Die a Gangsta lyrics

[Intro: Future] Better hope you die a gangster, gangster, gangsta Super, out of here, yeah [Bridge: Future] I hope you die a gangster I hope you plan on game, there's too much blood on these fingers Send out a headshot, put them O's in an a**hole I'm running on X pills, I'm out of control I'm running on X pills, I'm out of control What you do with my neck piece? Woah What you do with my neck piece? Woah What you do with my neck piece? Woah [Pre-Hook: Future] I had to do my thing, I do my thing, I spread my wings For Myesha, for Myesha, I had a crush when you was real We eat Benihanas for breakfast, we got a chef at the crib We got a semi auto, you the desperado, this a motherf**in' trip [Hook: Future] Man I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off, somebody outta get k**ed All of my instincts done told me that these n***as, they ain't real Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 in the whip, yeah You can't even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah [Verse 1: Future] 60k on sip, 100 rounds in the clip Somebody playin', they got spilt Went I hit the Tec you better dip Spit the block with the AK, I heard everything got flipped In one hour smoked a zip, it took me one hour, she got drip Gram of kush in a leaf Told you n***as I'm a beast If you try your luck, it ain't sweet I'ma put these n***as right beneath me I make my way throughout the East My plug 10 with the molly I put your main in the knotty I double barrel with the shotty You pump fakin' with some riders You lucky they ain't hit your mama A lot of pain in my body Got me smokin' marijuana Pulled up in his side of trenches Pulled up, get a n***a whacked Pulled up, took a n***a ho Pluto running through the racks [Hook: Future] I hope you die a gangster I hope you die a gangster I hope you die a gangster I hope you die a gangster Man I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off, somebody outta get k**ed All of my instincts done told me that these n***as, they ain't real Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 in the whip, yeah You can't even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah [Verse 2: Gucci Mane] Just got a Black Card... just to go in the wallet Soon as I go in your jump? I'ma go in your pocket They call me East Atlanta Santa, I'ma f** up the profit I'm the Grinch that stole Christmas, I might go in your stocking I'm talkin'.. too co*ky, I got so much juice My wrist is.. too rocky, they done let Wop loose I'm talkin'.. plug talk, this don't pertain to you 'Cause I'm a trap astronaut, I use c**aine for fuel You got a meetin' with my shooters, it's been arranged for you I bust your head and celebrate, man this champagne's for you You're talkin' gangster but you'se a lame, this ain't the lane for you This FBG and 1017, this ain't the gang for you It's Wop [Hook: Future] I hope you die a gangster I hope you die a gangster I hope you die a gangster I hope you die a gangster Man I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off, somebody outta get k**ed All of my instincts done told me that these n***as, they ain't real Man I flew off on the scene, I had 300 in the whip, yeah You can't even understand why they glorify my drip, yeah