I gotta grab my phone and call Lil Wayne
"Let me use your throwaway,
'cause niggas out here playin', man"
They just don't get it 'til I pop the
trunk and come back with it
Barrel on the burner big enough
to spit a hundred midgets
I'm from the Crescent City,
moving nothing less than fifty
And you don't need to know your
alphabets to recognize a G
I'm in the Lambo making doughnuts,
like I work for Krispy Kreme
I'm still known to tote a snub
Niggas thought I lost all my
blickas in that Katrina flood
Sometimes, you gotta show niggas
better than you can tell 'em

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Get nowI be on that gangster shit,
straight up on that gangster shit
I be on that, straight up on that,
I be on that gangster shit
I be on that gangster shit,
straight up on that gangster shit
I be on that, straight up on that,
I be on that gangster shit
I be on it, on it all night,
Straight up, boy, if you want me,
K (who want it?), K (who want
it?), K (who want it?), K (uh)
K (who want it?), K (who want
it?), K (who Want it?), K
I'm on that gangster shit,
I'm on that gangster shit
I'm on that gangster shit, I'm on that gangster shit,
Chevys riding, swerving out,
mufflers stuffed with 'dro and blow
Burners on the front seat,
case a hater come that close
Body drop when the shotty pop,
it'll prolly make your body rock
lean with it, rock with it
I be seen 'round the clock with it
See, I don't stop with it,
hustle for that new money
Smelling like them new hundreds,
See, I just recruit something that
help me move it every day
More workers than Mary Kay,
I'm off the chain, like free slaves,
bitch, I'm 'bout my chips
I'm on that gangster shit
I be on that gangster shit,
straight up on that gangster shit
I be on that, straight up on that,
I be on that gangster shit (Gangsta Gri- Zillz)
I be on that gangster shit,
straight up on that gangster shit
I be on that, straight up on that,
I be on that gangster shit
I be on it, on it all night,
Straight up, boy, if you want me,
K (who want it?), K (who want
it?), K (who want it?), K (uh)
K (who want it?), K (who want it?), K
Time and time again, I gotta
turn around and tell Fee Dawg
"Grab that AK off my backseat,
it's gon' be blood all on them, dog"
Clip longer than a bitch, if a nigga trip,
pop it on in, and give a nigga that shit
Pull it right over and park that whip,
everybody better run when the trunk door lift
Shit, the only thing I'm runnin from: myself,
with a gun 'til them fuckboys come
The nigga that talk ain't talking 'bout nothing,
I'm a rude boy, I murder for fun
I'm hot, bitch, word to the Sun,
I'm the Birdman's son, I'm the chosen one
I'm the god, just looking for a nun,
I'm the president: My job here is done (uh)
Chevys riding, swerving out,
mufflers stuffed with 'dro and blow
Burners on the front seat,
'case a hater come that close
Body drop when the shotty pop,
it'll prolly make your body rock
Lean with it (rock with it), lean
Lean with it (rock with it), snap your fingers,
Make you lean with it (rock with it)
Nigga, lean with it (rock with it)
Now, bring the hook in and tell 'em 'bout it
I be on it, on it all night,
Straight up, boy, if you want me,
K (who want it?), K (who want
it?), K (who want it?), K (uh)
K (who want it?), K (who want
it?), K (who want it?), K
I'm on that gangster shit,
I'm on that gangster shit
I'm on that gangster shit,
I'm on that gangster shit (Gangsta Gri- Zillz)