Lyrics

They say that I’m a gangster rockin’ on fleek
I love this town and I run theses streets.
They like my threads they want my hair
but I keep gunning cause I just don’t care

Say that I’m a gangster Rockin on fleek
I love this town and I run theses streets.
Like my threads they want my hair
but I keep gunning cause I just don’t care

I didn’t wake up in my own bed when this beautiful morning broke
cause the party never stops up
in my hood cause you know that we’re always woke

I brushed my teeth with sandpaper
then I rinse em wit da gasoline

I flossed em up
with barbwire
that I took from da police

Just then I got a call from my ex. She said
she wants to see where we went wrong
I said “girl, you best buy a ticket for the bus,
’cause it’s time for moving on.”

Ground be shakin, earth be quaking when Im exiting my cousins crib
Cause my feet are made of cinderblocks you could feel the rhythm in your ribs

Both of my hands are
made of machine guns
So I’m telling you better treat me right.
You can’t tell if I am punching
or if I’m shooting when I’m in a fight

Pop pop pop
all ova of my hood
ringing out loud
almost every day

Glock got locked
no hop scotch
on my home block
cause my city dont play

SHHHHHHHHHHHHH

The cops

We have to be quiet so they don’t get angry.

Say that I’m a gangster rockin on fleek
I love this town and I run theses streets.
Like my threads they want my hair
but I keep gunning cause I just don’t care

If I drove back in time
in a time machine
and I had to go there all alone

I’d still become
top gangster cause

I’d be murdering Al Capone

say that I’m a gangster rockin’ on fleek
I love this town and I run theses streets.
Like my threads
they want my hair
but I keep gunning cause I just don’t care

say that I’m a gangster rockin’ on fleek
I love this town and I run theses streets.
Like my threads
they want my hair
but I keep gunning cause I just don’t care