Young Drummer Boy - Gangsta

I’m a gangsta (gangsta)
I pull up on yo bitch like
I pull up on yo click like

[Verse 1]
My situations critical
I’m a simple individual
I’m only here to murder these records
And stack decimals
All these rappers are questionable
I won’t waste no breath
On these mothafuckn slimey hoes
Used to wear bummy clothes
Now I dress comfortable
Used to drive a bucket
But now I’m in a benz hoe
Money something I ain’t used to
So I act the same
Just like I used to
Bitch, why you acting like I knew you
You chillin’ cause I’m poppin’
I see right through you
You carrying lies that I despise
And I only hope to see the day you realize…
[Chorus]
I’m a gangsta (gangsta)
I pull up on yo bitch like
I pull up on yo bitch like
I’m a gangsta (gangsta)
I pull up on yo bitch like
I pull up on yo click like

[Verse 2]
You foos are carbon copies
Bitch you copy my style
Till I go and switch it up
And you wondering how, boy
Your hatred is somethin’ like motivation
You’re praying that I fail
But you can keep on waiting
You off some medication
Your mind’s a little loopy
I hang with the G’s
You hang out with your groupies (bitch)
See I don’t mean to hate
You used to have your homies
Till they found out you was fake
Your new car’s rented
Jewelry is rented
And you don’t even own your house
You just a tenet
See you carrying lies that I despise
And I hope to see the day that you fucking realize
[Chorus]
I’m a gangsta (gangsta)
I pull up on yo bitch like
I pull up on yo bitch like
I’m a gangsta (gangsta)
I pull up on yo bitch like
I pull up on yo click like

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