Intro

Song

Intro

Mo3 · Gangsta Love, Pt. 1 · 2017 · 0:39

Lyrics

Do we got a problem nigga? What's poppin fam? We can do this shit right now, you know how I get down Beat a nigga blue before I gun him down Knock his face outta place with this 40 til he start jumpin round Bitch I'm from North Dallas where we put bodies up underground War ready with choppas, I might run a play with Uncle Sam Fuck that, I heard that lil nigga flexin on Instagram Cock back, flip that lil nigga til that bitch hit the ground What's all the hatin for? Cause we shining and gettin rich as hell? .38 Hit him so hard, gave that hoe sickle cell A couple niggas switched up on me, I'm glad they did for real Cause look at me, on like a bitch, watch how I give em hell They isolatin my side of the city, you think we give a damn? This gangland, North Gangland stand, shoot til the pistol jam .44 Ready to ride on em when they be sleep Ready to get up and hit up they street I got killas who willin to do the whole team Feel like I'm ready to put on a beam and go Knock off a nigga that feel like I'm weak I'm strapped with that 30, don't fuck with Lil 3, I won't let a lil nigga get stripes on a G I'm ready to ride, stand up and look in my Eyes, pull up in a coupe with that iron These lil niggas lyin, know that they hate Me inside, but know I won't stop til I die Said that I was that vibe, bet I go cock Em, block em, nigga know that I got ya I rep for the mafia, team full of hittas, watch how they chop em up You thinkin they stoppin us? That is a lie, fuck they apology For thinkin that these rappers in Dallas was somewheres hot as me Come shop with 3, I'm right around the corner where my lil partners be I don't dance, but in your hoe pussy, I might just bop it, B They say that lil nigga too gangsta, he always talkin street They say I'm hot head, but I just ain't friendly, that's just how I be VIP full of bad bitches, I'm with a flock of freaks And know this, I will beat a bitch thinkin she plottin on me My nigga say fuck all that cappin, lil bitch you got the streets I told em this, since I started rappin, these niggas think I'm weak That's for real nigga, shawty nigga Wipe blood off my mufuckin gun nigga I done pistol whipped this bitch ass nigga for 25 minutes straight Fuck out this spot now nigga, fuck you talkin bout? Red bandana around my head like a Indian This a gangsta party so ain't no gettin in These hoes say I'm wrong and never fail, I try to hit the friend God let me make it home tonight, I know they wanna kill me And everything a nigga talk about, just know I really live And every shooter that you see around me, know they really will Knock a nigga spine out of his back when I say so Nigga I ain't lyin in none of my raps, you ain't safe hoe What's up? What's up? What's happenin Big Sam nigga? Real talk Don't say I'ma be lyin nigga Bitch HSA on that hoe, mafia nigga Squad life nigga, I'm real mafia nigga This North Gangland stand nigga, gangland nigga You know what I'm talkin bout? You made a news nigga, you know what I'm talkin bout? You on record? Are you still recordin? Fuck it You bitch ass niggas don't quit playin with us nigga We gon start right now nigga You niggas can't come outside nigga Look

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