Trizz - Gangsta lyrics

[Produced By AC3 Beats] [Hook – Rick Taylor] Making moves to get this bank roll Same sh** just a different day Chucky pistol sitting on my waist For all these obstacles in my way Addicted to the street life, got to get my feet right Same sh** just a different day Addicted to the street life, got to get my feet right Same sh** just a different day [Verse 1 – Trizz] Same sh** just a different day High as f** but the objective is getting paid I'm on my way, while n***as focus on getting laid I done had plenty of p**y, this sh** is getting lame I'm in the game now, creeping on the come up Pulling up on n***as dissing, creeping with my gun up Waiting until the sun up, I see em, Imma run up Asking about the sh** he was talking and make him shut up Beat him the f** up, oh now you want to s** up? On his knees begging and pleading before I nut up I don't talk sh** n***a, go out like a gangsta I remain silent and get violent with this banger Put his life in danger for f**ing with my anger Southside ranger, unsigned stranger Affiliated banger with crips and some flamers That's down to do whatever when I hit em for a favor [Hook] [Verse 2 – Trizz] Enough with all the chit chat Pull up to where you live at All you hear is (click clack), a bunch of n***as get back Point me to where your sh** at Money and where your b**h at Starve me with the yip yap Cause I ain't tryna hear that Pistol whip you with the strap till it hurts Rapping don't work, you end up on the amber alert Either that or find yourself inside the back of a hearse Caravan to a church, and your face on a shirt These n***as don't understand, I'm serious I ain't playing So f** whatever the saying, going out like a man To dominate is the plan, capitalize and stand On my own life, so G no what ups and shaking hands f** y'all and f** friends, I need enemies I was born on my own, so what the f** is a friend to me All this sh** they done did to me n***as still some kids to me I don't let it get to me Ride till they get rid of me [Hook]