BossMane Tune - Ain't No Gangstaz

Y'all n****s ain't really no gangstas ya'll just act the part
Y'all wouldn't even know real gas if y'all had to fart
N***a come round think he wit the s**t
That choppa' rip his ass apart
Woke up knew I had to go finish dem' n****s
Like why they had to start
Me and my bitch still together we just act apart
My back was against the wall while she toppin
Gave her a walnut
D**k all on her tonsils, when you call her
I be all In her
I don't even got the b***h Instagram
I don't follow her
You be stalkin her
Page watchin'
Say ya want some smoke
But ain't gon' fire nun up
You fake oppin'
You be at the mall
Just to be at the mall
What you doin there? fake shoppin
Slid a nigga, ran in his pockets
And got whatever I can take off em
Time is money
Don't waste mine
I sell ticks, like I play for Boston n***a
Wouldn't wanna be ya, if gang gotta see ya
I'm slidin' for mine, it's an eye for a eye
Give my lil dawg 2k, he a chase down artist
Lil n***a gon' come for the slide
He was all wild in the club
And we gon' hit em up
As soon as we catch em outside
Really dont give no f***s
Let a n***a try bet he die
I put it on mama
Poles not for show
It's real, no stagin shit
No concert
If I get caught up for my crimes
Gon' be put ina con shirt
Cap on Facebook get yo face took
Everybody gon' kno how yo face look
On a shirt
Ima boss, I got employees
Send em for the Job
They puttin in work
In the field, we gon' blitz niggas
Close range, gon fuck up yo identity
I don't miss niggas
No I can't be slippin outchea'
Ima keep a stick wit me
Bust it til the clip empty
Me and my glock stay together
Like ren and stimpy
Really spin on s**t
And I won't get dizzy
Crazy boy, I get schitzy
Try you die, dat s**t Risky
For you
I'll be yo ditch digger
B***h nigga
When you see me
Better have yo s**t wit ya
I'm gon' hit n****s
Got some s**t dat really split gristle

Written by:
Jessie Ross

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