OverTime Hustle - Gangsta Bitch (feat. 804 Nano & Riyah) [Part Two]

Ohh
(Slizzatt)
Oh, Oh
Mm nigga
(Suu whoop)
Yea aye
Overtime hustle
Uh, Uh
I need a real gangster bitch
I'ma make her do
All type of tricks on the dick
Try to tell em', move wrong
I'ma shoot you in your shit
Clean bricks, dirty sticks
Send a hit and I don't miss
Like, baby girl you know I'm on it
Baby girl you know I got it
I just copped a brand new whip
Put a nigga hoe inside it
He act like he with the shits
Pussy boy we know you hiding
Any issue, keep it quiet unless you wanna resort to violence
I'ma say what I wanna say
I don't give a fuck who in the room
Put hands on who 'fore a nigga hit me in this bitch you gone hear boom
In North Carolina with some niggaz
That'll change a nigga tune
223 in this suburban
Send him higher than a 'shroom
You make a diss song, I pop a nigga like some medication
FN rip a nigga internal organs he try to play me
And these niggaz know we beef different
Get split bout it, my click bout it
My bitch bout it
I done fucked the dog shit out his old lady
He threw a fit bout it
I don't care to know bout niggaz feelings from the other side
I just need me a lil thug shorty, really down to ride
Say, baby I'ma gangster
I ain't really into spending time
But if you're wondering what I'm thinking
This right here's what's on my mind
I need a real gangster bitch
I'ma make her do
All type of tricks on the dick
Try to tell em', move wrong
I'ma shoot you in your shit
Clean bricks, dirty sticks
Send a hit and I don't miss
Like, baby girl you know I'm on it
Baby girl you know I got it
I just copped a brand new whip
Put a nigga hoe inside it
He act like he with the shits
Pussy boy we know you hiding
Any issue, keep it quiet unless you wanna resort to violence
He say he never seen a bitch do gangster shit
I got something for ya, watch the way big Buffy hold the blick
These bullets fly like stones, plus my nigga got the stick
Ain't got no words for ya, we came to break bones
Bitch that's it
He say he like me 'cause I'm gutter
And he love me 'cause I'm loyal
And I help him stack the money
So he makes sure that I'm spoiled
I'm what a nigga need and he can stamp it
I ain't the type you fucking leave, bitch nigga I do damage
So make sure you can handle it
Back to smoking bubba, y'all exotic be domestic
Your face card ain't good
I still wouldn't cop if Jesus blessed it
Send somebody mop your block up
Since you wanna be real messy
Hoe, you knew I won't gone play with you
So check it or respect it
I need a real gangster bitch
I'ma make her do
All type of tricks on the dick
Try to tell em', move wrong
I'ma shoot you in your shit
Clean bricks, dirty sticks
Send a hit and I don't miss
Like, baby girl you know I'm on it
Baby girl you know I got it
I just copped a brand new whip
Put a nigga hoe inside it
He act like he with the shits
Pussy boy we know you hiding
Any issue, keep it quiet unless you wanna resort to violence

Written by:
Keith Morgan, Tor’Riyah Crocker

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find