Gangsta - Nardo Wick

I'm, I'm a solid individual
Feel me? I'm a real individual
I'm a gentleman, I'm a great person, uh

I'm a gangster, chop' banger, opp spanker
Hard body nigga with a sore trigger finger (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
I'm a gangster, chop' banger, opp spanker
Hard body nigga with a sore trigger finger

I'm a gangster, send them niggas throwin', they going spank you (Grrah, grrah)
Call them niggas' mamas, tell them they babies in danger (Grrah, grrah)
Mad man, I be with a whole bunch of mad men
Every nigga 'round me is the letter before Wagon
Mercedes, tell my niggas, "Spin in the Mercedes"
Don't care who get hit, just not no mamas or no babies (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Throw it out, dirty up the stick and then you throw it out
Not all in one spot, make sure you break it up and spread it out
Bitchy boy, can't wait 'til we catch you, we gon' get you, boy
I feel like a kid again, this new blackout my favorite toy
I'm tired of this, tired of niggas talking like they with this shit, ain't did shit
Tired of niggas talkin' like they with the shit, ain't spinned shit
Tired of niggas talkin' like they with the shit, ain't dropped shit (Grrah)
Tired of niggas talkin' like they with the shit, stop it
Fuck a nigga, buck, nah, fuck a nigga, bust a nigga
Come through, spinnin', spinnin' like a toilet bowl, I'm tryna flush a nigga
I don't give no fuck about what you did to that last nigga
News flash, forty flash, boy, I ain't that last nigga
Slavin' over, yeah, I know they been stopped sellin' niggas
Don't mean shit, I'm still comin' through tryna tag niggas
Pull up on the kids and police out, but not no other day
Don't take his chain, don't take his money, take that nigga life away
Niggas hidin', hidin', hidin', hidin', talk a lot of shit
They need to slide, slidin', slidin', slidin', bust they fuckin' stick
They must be on piseds or something, huh? 'Cause they ain't on shit
Yeah, we heard that fucking snippet, tell that nigga, "Drop that shit"
Men lie, women lie, soon as it drop, we gonna
Men, women lie, but the truth doesn't lie
See my opp, I'm gettin' off, like my exit comin' up
Niggas claim they from the hood, but we ain't see 'em coming up
Got on a wig and trench coat, they like, "Who that walkin' up?"
Oh shit, they're too late, wah-wah

I'm a gangster, chop' banger, opp spanker
Hard body nigga with a sore trigger finger
I'm a gangster, chop' banger, opp spanker
Hard body nigga with a sore trigger finger

I'm a gangster