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Yeah, it’s another late one Or early one, should I say Keep the KK roll T-T-O-D Gangstas don’t sleep Yeah, man I don’t care let me talk my shit one time Yeah I’m from the west side real niggas stolen them set side Bitches like these Benzes need to call when I can test drive RIP to Left Eye, no TLC Ya’ll just really let them text fly Who got the scare from Best Buy Always been a hustler, smooth, cool motherfucker Real thirsty when I’m thirsty Tacavaca with the paccas, never been a sucker 40 in the stash, kicking like Jackie Chang, Rush Hour, Chris Tucker Lot a rebels talk the talk but they be hella faking And you’ll never see around once they ever vacant I was raised by the cheese if you serious face it Cause when it’s on hood it’s scary movie, Freddy-Jason Here now and they won’t take my seat Can’t nobody contend now when I make my heat I used to hit the club with them fake ID’s Now my bitch open my phone cause of face ID SongtexteYou can catch me ridin out Pulling up, kill, hand on the kill real You can catch me ridin out Down that spitch by my side you can get a thrill You can catch me ridin out Diamonds n my neck but I ain’t got no chill You can catch me ridin out I’m a gansta, gansta, gangsta, gansta You can catch me ridin out Aye, red blood cold yard over fresh preys Sauced up blammas bruising up my rib cage Stars in the ceiling shining on my space J’s Killer California ain’t no place to vacate Niggas break safe to save face make your fate way Haters tugging on my dick like a shake way If it ain’t gorilla glue then it’s KK, AK’s and AKA’s aye I’m a make it one day I done worked all week till it’s Friday And woke up to a Sunday Yeah I been smoking at the pound since the chronic Nigga now it’s KK and these hunnids got you niggas acting violent You don’t want this gun play cause I’m a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta You can catch me ridin out Pulling up, kill, hand on the kill real You can catch me ridin out Down that spitch by my side you can get a thrill You can catch me ridin out Diamonds n my neck but I ain’t got no chill You can catch me ridin out I’m a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta You can catch me ridin out Breaking bitches for the bred told em meet me in bed Don’t kick her out I want breakfast instead Don’t trust these niggas they might be the Feds I’m always beast up to head It’s in my skin Taylor Gang till I’m dead I ain’t stressed cause all I want’s the pay Make a hundred grand blow a hundred points today Man these niggas think they better but they not If I drop a song today that better gon be hot It’s with me on the plane Catch me cruising up the West Side, Pittsburgh Nigga got it tatted on my chest The money still green the bitches still calling My music still rock my niggas still balling Make another 5 mil just off touring You niggas all sound the same the game getting boring Keep the KK stashed and paned in the glass You can hear me when I pass You can catch me ridin out Pulling up, kill, hand on the kill real You can catch me ridin out Down that pitch by my side you can get a thrill You can catch me ridin out Diamonds n my neck but I ain’t got no chill You can catch me ridin out I’m a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta You can catch me ridin out Me and you Smoking on a pound or two Riding in my whip to the stove For some papers cause they already roll Me and you Smoking on a pound or two Riding in my whip to the stove For some papers cause they already roll You can catch me ridin out Pulling up, kill, hand on the kill real You can catch me ridin out Down that spitch by my side you can get a thrill You can catch me ridin out Diamonds n my neck but I ain’t got no chill You can catch me ridin out I’m a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta You can catch me ridin out Aus Songtexte Mania