Testi Gangsta - Free Nationals, A$AP Rocky, Anderson .Paak

Gangsta

You know, my daddy was a gangsta\nAnd father before him was a damn thug\nI’ma learn to escape without these handcuffs\nI ain’t going to court to see no damn judge\nCocked a four-fifth, blow knobs up the hinge\nMy security guard big, but inside a punk, bitch\nAss nigga yous a trick, nigga yous a wankster, wankster\nAnd my pop was a gangsta\nFuck that hoe when I need sex, give me throat when I need neck\nLove her more when I’m in wreck, I reply when I see text\nI forgot her, God be vexed, say no more, my God say less\nCopy, copy, I’ll be back, wear the tech, it’s back in cap\nSo turn on your thank you cap before I push this shit way back\nI’m the nigga, copy facts, like that, I’ll stop where I be at, hold up\nMost of my memories phase, like all my enemies' names\nLike the Lion King, I’m in a way, I’m just here to reclaim\nSipped on my Hennessy drink, sipped on my Henny\nGo on my memory bank 'till it’s empty\nOn the G-side of things, on the street side of things\nWould a word bad mean 18 kind of things? (Yeah)\nAnd these niggas is serving life 18 kind of ways\nAnd that was way before the 18th, by the way\nGangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta\nGangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta\nYeah, I roll to my perfection and I smoke with no detection\nBaddest hoes in my direction ain’t no hoe in my reflection\nI get chicks for my complexion, I’m a pimp, I know you guessed it\nCan’t be bitchin', can’t be questioned, I got gold in my complexion\nBrozen stone in my new necklace, I got hoes for my erection\nI got votes for my election, I got hoes for all my brethren, hold up\nYou know, my daddy was a gangsta\nAnd father before him was a damn thug\nI’ma learn to escape without these handcuffs\nI ain’t going to court to see no damn judge\nGangsta, gang-gang-gangsta\nGang-Gang-Gang-Gangsta\nGangsta, gang-gang-gangsta\nGangsta, my daddy was a gangsta\nFuck that hoe when I need sex, give me throat when I need neck\nLove her more when I’m in wreck, I reply when I see text\nI forgot her, God be vexed, say no more, my God say less\nCopy, copy, I’ll be back, wear the tech, it’s back in cap\nSo turn on your thank you cap before I push this shit way back\nI’m the nigga, copy facts, like that, I’ll stop where I be at, hold up\nThe Free Nationals