Gangsta B*tch

[Intro]
Oh hi! Hi, Jacki?
I love your music, I love your style, but
I don't know if there's a market for you
I mean, you rap very hard-like
I don't know ...

[Verse 1]
Cut the chase, hoe
I'll cut your face, hoe
If that's your man, I wanna fuck him in his face, hoe
I post bail
And never broke a toenail
Jacki-O shit so the other bitch won't sell
[?] Coupe with the back on
Give him head with my Mac on
Yeah I get my mack on
Shit poppin' like top so hypnotic
I could go a little farther just to get his dick harder
(Gangsta!)
You won't say shit
Get in bed and lay stiff
Exactly why he's not around when you need to pay rent
You broads irk me
Where thе [?]
In my heels, lift my skirt up
Slurpee
If you're gangsta, I'm just what you're looking for
In the kitchеn cooking raw
Give that man a likkle more!
Y'all hustle can't fuck with her opps
Poe Boy got the boy that'll bust ya heart

[Chorus]
In this life I lead, proceed to smoke weed
$100,000 cars moving at a high speed
Jacki-O, hoe call the crackas
Large scales of Chanel, that's all I'm after
I'm a gangsta, a gangsta bitch
You need a gangsta, a gangsta bitch (uh)
The same hoe that'll run in the bank
[?]
Stash box under the tank

[Verse 2]
Rip the top off the Thunderbird (oooohhhh)
I'm number one with words
You know what's in the purse
I go to [?] first
You hoes so fake
Talking shit with no cake
I don't associate
Running shit with no brakes
You hoes kill me, talking like you got it all
When you still selling pussy at the Adams mall
When I got 'em all tryna take me to the mall
Fuck 'em, buy a car, then we could hang hard
You know my thang hard, playa we them gangstas
Fuck a nigga with a job, he got a [?] heart
Buy a condo, take me to the tippy top
Get these titties hard
And lick this pretty cock

[Chorus]
In this life I lead, proceed to smoke weed
$100,000 cars moving at a high speed
Jacki-O, hoe call the crackas
Large scales of Chanel, that's all I'm after
I'm a gangsta, a gangsta bitch
You need a gangsta, a gangsta bitch (uh)
The same hoe that'll run in the bank
[?]
Stash box under the tank

[Verse 3]
Walking out of court styling
Never caught smiling
'Cause I'm living like you would on your fourth album
Strolling through the Beans since I was a young teen
My cousin was a fiend, made me wanna come clean
They was content (not I) getting they nails done
I was [?] liquor, tryna help a nigga sell one
Do the right thing, dirtbag or the [?] wrong
*Sniff* *Sniff*
You can smell a Chanel, huh?
Jacki-O, y'all know to give me more space
I need some weed, 'cause this blunt got some more space
Clubbing, afterparty, know to go to space
Follow me, 'cause this gangsta bitch know the way

[Chorus]
In this life I lead, proceed to smoke weed
$100,000 cars moving at a high speed
Jacki-O, hoe call the crackas
Large scales of Chanel, that's all I'm after
I'm a gangsta, a gangsta bitch
You need a gangsta, a gangsta bitch (uh)
The same hoe that'll run in the bank
[?]
Stash box under the tank