เพลง Ultimate Gangsta (Explicit)

Ultimate Gangsta - Giggs/2 Chainz

Written by：Giggs

Nightmares

Give these n**gas hysterias

Jokers

N**gas is serious mmm

Everybody's strapped up posted

Chilling in areas

Everybody's got that pistol

Couldn't get near us nah

Everybody's got talk

Everybody wants some

Everybody's got guns

Yeah everybody's got one yeah

Hit him with the hand ting

Or get him with the long one

Man gon' get a little wrong done

Man gon' get him in the long run switch it

Hold 'em and poke that wanker

This that ultimate gangsta

This that n**gas don't want no smoke

'Cause this that ultimate cancer

N**gas ain't jumping no boat

My n**gas ain't throwing no anchor anchor

N**gas just roll up and smoke man

N**gas just going out gangsta mmm

N**gas just roll up want big noise

N**gas just blow up that tanker bap bap bap bap

N**gas wanna roll with them big boys

Biggest authority stamper yes

N**gas ain't sipping no cups

So nuttin' don't flow with no Fanta

Thinking these n**gas is wet

Now n**gas is going out damper yes

I said Batman

They thought man was joking

When I'm talking 'bout dressing all black

A n**ga was scopin'

'Cause I'm f**king this rap sh*t

N**gas is sulking sulking

F**k your little chit chat talk show

N**gas is smoking smoking

N**gas ain't getting no cash now

N**gas just coping no cash

N**gas just looking Macauley

N**gas is coking ha

You can just get hit with that .40

Or n**ga gets poking poking

Man have got me thinking it's game time

When they see a n**ga get coaching yeah

Man have got shooters

N**gas just get them

N**gas just get them

N**gas just ate them

N**gas just get them

N**gas just get them

N**gas just get them

N**gas just get them

N**gas just get them ate them

N**gas just swept them

N**gas just get them

N**gas just get them

N**gas just get them

N**gas just get them

N**gas just get them

N**gas just get them

I got to war in a suit

I hit the chick in a glut

The condo it came with a coupé

The Southside ain't been the same since we launched T.R.U

This is the real street category

Rocking more rings than Robert Horry

Flow real nasty like a lavatory

No more of me in the inventory

Yeah out with the clip on the side

I got my dick on her thigh

Wrists don't f**k with you lie

Pistol on 4th of July

N**ga I hate when you lie

Bankroll thicker than Nicki Minaj

Ah make 'em sit like a cigar

Ah sipping the rod you can smell it for a mile

Uh check the stats man

See what they do to a black man

I'm still undefeated even when I'm shooting jump shot

For some money in the trash can

And my holster got embroidery

When they see me they recording me

Got a grill n**ga

Show your teeth

They ain't yours n**ga show your lease

Yeah that man

I'm just running up a sack man

In the backseat with my feet

On the partition simply relaxing

Tryna' put a line between me and you

Call that a fraction

Thinking I don't know how to act

Sh*t I'm about that action jheeze

Uh drinkin' on that act

Sh*t talking 'bout the trap

Walk around with racks

Walk around with straps

Walk around with SKs

Been rich for a decade

Tatted up like a esé

I really fell in love with how the TEC spray

Ultimate gangsta

I don't give a finuck

Pull up in a trinuck

N**ga better dinuck

Turn your a** to dinner

Save you for some leftovers

Run up on you from the right side

And shoot you in your left shoulder

Man have got shooters

N**gas just get them

Get them

N**gas just get them

N**gas just ate them

Ate them

N**gas just get them

Get them

N**gas just get them

Get them

N**gas just get them

Get them

N**gas just get them

Yeah

N**gas just get them ate them

N**gas just swept them

Swept them

N**gas just get them

Yeah

N**gas just get them

Get them

N**gas just get them

Get them

N**gas just get them

Get them

N**gas just get them

N**gas just get them