Gangsta Vybes (Gangstafied) [feat. B.G.]-Finesse2tymes/B.G. 无损歌曲免费下载

Gangsta Vybes (Gangstafied) - Finesse2tymes/B.G.

Lyrics by：Ricky Hampton/Shelton Scales Jr./Christopher Dorsey/Trill Will/Keep It On Record/Daniel Garcia/David Garcia/Percy Miller/Raymond Poole

Scalez

We live in a life of crime

Crime

Lies

Lies

Deceit

Deceit

Disloyalty

Disloyalty

Fake ****** up the streets with all this poison

Ayy this fake ****

Anything pop out

What

************* recordin' it

That's crazy

Broke ******* choicy

Huh

Damn my mama warned me

Yeah she told me

Damn I should've listened

****

Damn I should've listened

****

Three days ago I found out my young snitchin'

That's crazy

Takin' care of my kids baby mama still *****in'

*****in'

Broke trickin' spinnin' fallin' in they feelings

Goin' head first purse first a*s last

Get the bread first

Let me get that

I'm the boss I'm the king I get fed first

Me

You run it up they lock you up give you a fed shirt

That's ****** up

That's how the feds work

That's how it go

We in a lose lose

Lose

Situation gotta face it

Gotta face it

Go get your money

Go get it

You gon' get caught procrastinatin'

For real

You playin' killer

Stop

But gon' get killed for perpetratin'

For real

I'll body one of these

But that's just too much information

Can't say that

Same gang

Same

Same same hitters with me

Same

Same choppers

Choppers

**** the feds got my pistols with me

Do a bid

Do it

Never talk show your paperwork

Shh

And 'fore you start beefin' with a get some paper first

Get some paper first

Fifty K on firearms

On firearms

Million in bond money

In bond money

Don't give a **** 'bout a show

Why

I got the bomb comin'

I got the bomb comin'

I'm tryna **** Megan Thee Stallion

Why

Make her by bottom ho

My bottom ho

You need to **** with some pimpin'

With some pimpin'

Come hit the lotto ho

Come hit the lotto ho

I just landed on a private Lear jumped in a Maybach

Jumped in a Maybach

Subliminal a*s rappers you don't like me say that

They like "He went to the feds and got back out"

That snitchin'

Mad 'cause I got out and ran it up quit *****in'

*****-a*s

Ooh finesse what's up homie

You know I felt that **** all in my soul man

All in there

You know real do real things man

These ain't livin' like us

At all

Look

I went from designer clothes and ******* h*es

To what

To khaki suits noodles and rice bowls

Uh-huh

From gettin' dough and rockin' shows

To pullin' my d**k off pictures of naked h*es

I pulled off

Man the boy was drove miss my life on the road

Couldn't complain to my celly

At all

He had life with no parole

Parole

They caught me with a knife did thirty days in the hole

And on top of that they sent me into the ************* smooth

My kids were steady growin'

Growin'

H*es steady h*ein'

H*ein'

My Boosie went home and my dog was steady blowin'

Blowin'

My Weezy steady tourin' but he's a ***** and it's showin'

Showin'

I'm still a livin' legend don't act like you didn't know it

But they had my hands tied caught up on that chain gang

Just like on the streets all through the pen you know my name rang

My rep's solid

Solid

Name good

Good

Paperwork right I'm Gucci

I'm Gucci

I done done it all you know my life's a ******* movie