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pop smoke - gangstas lyrics

[intro]
(cashmoneyap)
them n_ggas gotta hear what the f_ck i’m talkin’ ’bout (woo, woo)
(i be in new york)
feel me lil’ z? (i be in new york with the gangsters)
i’m just of this annoyin’ sh_t n_gga (gangsters)
(swerve)
i don’t want none of that extra loud sh_t
or sing anything of that rainbow hair sh_t
know what i’m sayin’? (i be in new york with the gangsters)
this the real streets sh_t, yeah, i’m the
f_ckin’ voice of the streets, man
it’s like jesus walkin’ (oozin’ automatics)
more christopher walking, eh (i be in the streets with the apes)
y’all know what’s up (thirty on the stove)
with them racks, we don’t wanna hear nothin’ ’bout it
free all my n_ggas, feel the streets

[chorus]
i be in new york with the gangsters
know a n_gga will shoot you for a tender (tender, grrt)
if my opps chillin’ in the foreign (bah)
then my n_ggas shootin’ up the phantom (bah)
i be in new york with the gangsters (woo)
know a n_gga that’ll shoot you for a tender (bah)
if my opps chillin’ in the foreign (lackin’ ass n_ggas)
then my n_ggas shootin’ up the phantom (grrt)
[verse]
44. got a kit pack (bah)
cl!ck_clack, get back (bah)
shots at your rib pack (grrrt)
or you can get chin checked (woo)
them trollin’ n_ggas actin’ up (actin’ up)
so n_ggas packed him up (pack him up)
brazy was actin’ tough
’til n_ggas slapped him up (p_ssy)
pop smoke on top (haha), n_ggas mad as f_ck (mad)
six by six, big benz on my wrist (grrt)
if you don’t got your nails done, you are not it (woo)
automatically on the block list (glock b_tch)
n_ggas talkin’ ’bout they guns (guns)
but never shot sh_t (cap)
cameras on with a cap on it, only hold one with a chopstick (p_ssy)
one done then i’m brandin’ them, take a n_gga shoppin’ (b_tch)
reach and i’m branchin’ it ’cause i don’t know who watchin’ (i’m on point)
i take ginger ale on any day, eased up on the cème brûlée (hahaha)
38’s on the block (block), a n_gga won’t hesitate (bah)
i done moved these b_tches up (move up), ’cause they was in the way
i wouldn’t want them make a shot by any means

[chorus]
i be in new york with the gangsters (i’m what’s up)
know a n_gga will shoot you for a tender (tender, grrt)
if my opps chillin’ in the foreign (bah)
then my n_ggas shootin’ up the phantom (bah, bah, bah)
i be in new york with the gangsters (woo)
know a n_gga will shoot you for a tender (bah)
if my opps chillin’ in the foreign (lackin’ ass n_ggas)
then my n_ggas shootin’ up the phantom (grrt)

- pop smoke lyrics

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