Wanna B A G Songtext
So you wanna be a gangster?
Let me see you walk down on your feet
Let me see you knock down three
Let me see you hop up out the Jeep
And leave blood on his teeth
Let me see you stand up like a G
And make your hand a C
Let me see, 223 flyin'
Take out a chunk of me
Tackle his lil' brother
Let me see you walk down on your feet
Let me see you knock down three
Let me see you hop up out the Jeep
And leave blood on his teeth
Let me see you stand up like a G
And make your hand a C
Let me see, 223 flyin'
Take out a chunk of me
Tackle his lil' brother
Make his bitch-ass take a fuckin' knee
Let me see, you gon' have to do somethin' to prove to me
That you wanna be a what?
A motherfuckin' gangster
I got a whole lot of ammunition in this glizzy
Lil' baby, you know I'ma blow it
Freaky man, I put a dick in the stick
And I'm pullin' up quick
And they know I'ma show it
2018, you can catch me rollin'
Fuckin' with me, just know it's stolen
Sellin' this dope all around my block
Goin' all up and down, lookin' like I'm patrollin'
It don't say try me, press that button, I get started, ho
I done got rich up in this bitch, I feel like Roddy, ho
Put Juvenile on these speakers, I'm tryin' to party, ho
Say you want some smoke, I got that shit that got Bob Marley stoned
Lookin' at my lil' bro, sayin' that he ten toes
Gangsta, he won't ever fold Solid, he ain't never told
Like the clique, he kickin' doors
Ridin' Vogues and servin' lows
Had to sit my lil' partner down and ask him
So you wanna be a gangster?
Let me see you walk down on your feet
Let me see you knock down three
Let me see you hop up out the Jeep
And leave blood on his teeth
Let me see you stand up like a G
And make your hand a C
Let me see, 223 flyin'
Take out a chunk of me
Tackle his lil' brother
Make his bitch-ass take a fuckin' knee
Let me see, you gon' have to do somethin' to prove to me
That you wanna be a what?
A motherfuckin' gangster
It's a stick up, put fear inside of that boy
Like I'm tryin' to take away some hiccups
I be poppin' pills like I'm tryin' to get my dick up
Sippin' so much drink, I got a titanium liver
Don't bring no knife to no gunfight
Better pick your blick up
Feel like the backboard in this bitch 'cause I be steady bankin'
Just like the kid playin' in this, and bitch, I get it crankin'
Picasso with a bucket full of red, I get to paintin'
I'll push up to your crib, this MP5 redecorate it
Hmm, these diamonds rainin'
VVS gon' crack like thunder, call these diamonds Raiden
Took a first-class to Japan because I need a little persuasion
And that money plus the bitches equal my favorite equation
Hmm, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Hmm, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
So you wanna be a what?
So you wanna be a what?
A motherfuckin' gangster
Let me see, you gon' have to do somethin' to prove to me
That you wanna be a what?
A motherfuckin' gangster
I got a whole lot of ammunition in this glizzy
Lil' baby, you know I'ma blow it
Freaky man, I put a dick in the stick
And I'm pullin' up quick
And they know I'ma show it
2018, you can catch me rollin'
Fuckin' with me, just know it's stolen
Sellin' this dope all around my block
Goin' all up and down, lookin' like I'm patrollin'
It don't say try me, press that button, I get started, ho
I done got rich up in this bitch, I feel like Roddy, ho
Put Juvenile on these speakers, I'm tryin' to party, ho
Say you want some smoke, I got that shit that got Bob Marley stoned
Lookin' at my lil' bro, sayin' that he ten toes
Gangsta, he won't ever fold Solid, he ain't never told
Like the clique, he kickin' doors
Ridin' Vogues and servin' lows
Had to sit my lil' partner down and ask him
So you wanna be a gangster?
Let me see you walk down on your feet
Let me see you knock down three
Let me see you hop up out the Jeep
And leave blood on his teeth
Let me see you stand up like a G
And make your hand a C
Let me see, 223 flyin'
Take out a chunk of me
Tackle his lil' brother
Make his bitch-ass take a fuckin' knee
Let me see, you gon' have to do somethin' to prove to me
That you wanna be a what?
A motherfuckin' gangster
It's a stick up, put fear inside of that boy
Like I'm tryin' to take away some hiccups
I be poppin' pills like I'm tryin' to get my dick up
Sippin' so much drink, I got a titanium liver
Don't bring no knife to no gunfight
Better pick your blick up
Feel like the backboard in this bitch 'cause I be steady bankin'
Just like the kid playin' in this, and bitch, I get it crankin'
Picasso with a bucket full of red, I get to paintin'
I'll push up to your crib, this MP5 redecorate it
Hmm, these diamonds rainin'
VVS gon' crack like thunder, call these diamonds Raiden
Took a first-class to Japan because I need a little persuasion
And that money plus the bitches equal my favorite equation
Hmm, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Hmm, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
So you wanna be a what?
So you wanna be a what?
A motherfuckin' gangster
