Ya’ll Ain’t Gangstas

[Intro]
Haha, real rider shit, nigga
We blow indo, no pretendo (Siccmade, nigga)
'Cause that's how my clique be, we be like indo
You know, on our side, we ride
And all you old timid ass niggas feel free to sing along
You know, sing with me, come on, everybody

[Verse 1]
I'm like Michael Jordan in the 4th qt
I never miss when the pressure on me
And giving lessons for free is something that I feel I need to do
For all the wrong a nigga did when I was just a little kid
But check, I'm grown now
But check, I'm still on my own now
Ain't found no bitch so settle down with 'cause I'm so wild
My daddy's only child, living for that ghetto smile
But still ain't found one so I walk around flashing frowns
Smoking on a pound of some of the bombest shit in town
Strapped up and down, better tell the police come and calm me down
I'm letting off rounds, look at all these hoes all up on me, now
And 'cause of that, their niggas mad and wanna hunt me down
But I'll just keep my gun around within reach
I'd rather be caught with than without, no love on the streets
Body floating up on the beach, been missing for three weeks
Call the coroners, tell 'em to bring the sheets, we gotta eat
And that's that West Coast shit, no disrespect to the East
But this that Best Coast shit, we ride old schools with the beat
We hang the straps out quick and let 'em speak
Tryna get our point across to the streets, we all G's
So freeze, nigga, 'fore I pop and make you bleed, nigga
And all I wanted was the weed, ki's and G's, nigga
Now look at all of these wannabe diseased niggas
Too much bitch in their veins so they bleed quicker
From the gang? They don't bang no more
Look at all these niggas, they don't hang no more
They all hoes, I'll let it be known
And now the real has been shown
So holla back if you wanna get it off, gangsta

[Chorus]
These niggas got too much cunt in their blood, y'all ain't gangstas
Approach me like you hard, little mark, and I'ma bang ya
Slap ya with my fuckin' strap if I have to
'Cause half of these niggas claiming they're real are fuckin' actors
Got too much cunt in your blood, y'all ain't gangstas
Approach me like you hard, little mark, and I'ma bang ya
Slap ya with my fuckin' strap if I have to
'Cause half of these niggas claiming they kill are fuckin' actors

[Verse 2]
Look man, I could have ya
Tie you to my bumper and drag ya
Stuff you in the trunk, nigga, gag ya
Ziploc and bag ya, better call Dragnet
But no one survives my assault in this segment
And no it ain't my fault, nigga, blame it on the damn gin
That's how I was seeing double, saw my enemy, saw his twin
Bust until his blood bubble, left him in a blood puddle
Got up out on the double like I ain't seen enough trouble
You should know my attitude, "Fucc A Struggle", I need a buck or two
Even if it make blood bubble, I gotta buck a foo
These niggas out here bumping their gums so me, what I do?
I play it cool, let 'em say what the fuck they want to
But they done, them niggas better run
From the man with the gun and ski mask on in the sun
I'm a nutcase, broad daylight, I'll leave you fuckfaced
Nine milli shoved in your mouth, now how my nut taste?
I cut cakes back in the days but now I duck fake
Niggas tryna put me away, creeping like cupcakes
Snitching on the homies, but don't trip
I got ditches for them phonies, that's on Crip
Got the game from my OG's
See, I'm a banger, ain't no love for these wannabe studio gangstas
Running their mouth like they all that and then some
But been knew if they wanted could come and get some

[Chorus]
These niggas got too much cunt in their blood, y'all ain't gangstas
Approach me like you hard, little mark, and I'ma bang ya
Slap ya with my fuckin' strap if I have to
'Cause half of these niggas claiming they're real are fuckin' actors
Got too much cunt in your blood, y'all ain't gangstas
Approach me like you hard, little mark, and I'ma bang ya
Slap ya with my fuckin' strap if I have to
'Cause half of these niggas claiming they kill are fuckin' actors

[Bridge]
Y'all got to much cunt in your blood
Y'all ain't gangstas
Y'all ain't gangstas
Y'all ain't gangstas
You got to much cunt in your blood
Y'all ain't gangstas
Y'all ain't gangstas
Y'all ain't gangstas

[Verse 3]
Like I ain't ever been shot at before
Like I ain't ever masked up and kicked the locks off the door
That's how you acting so I'm cracking your skull
Like I ain't ever let 'em go for all the love that I know
I carry grudges fasho, see, all them judges was hoes
They would've sent me to the pen if I got caught with more than ten
Lucky me, I only had nine on me
And didn't have the throw-away chrome .9 on me
Probably'd still be doing hard time homie
So many phonies perpetrating the gang
I let it reign for the homies that died doing their thang
That's how we ride, we bang
Until we die, we bang
Well, some just be disguised as gangstas but really ain't
Come with it if you want some, youngsta, I been told ya
If you don't like what I'm saying, step up and let me fold ya
Built my rep up, another notch, I'm so close to the top already
Blue khakis, t-shirt, Reeboks, flag on my face in the Chevy
Just like we did back in the days by the levy
Ain't nothing changed on my side
What about you? Is that right?
Whenever you ready then I'm out, nigga, out to get my bang on
By chance you ever get your heart back, come get your game on

[Chorus]
These niggas got too much cunt in their blood, y'all ain't gangstas
Approach me like you hard, little mark, and I'ma bang ya
Slap ya with my fuckin' strap if I have to
'Cause half of these niggas claiming they're real are fuckin' actors
Got too much cunt in your blood, y'all ain't gangstas
Approach me like you hard, little mark, and I'ma bang ya
Slap ya with my fuckin' strap if I have to
'Cause half of these niggas claiming they kill are fuckin' actors