Rewanksta - Gucci Mane/B.G.
Lyrics by：Radric Davis/Christopher Dorsey/Krishon O'Brien Gaines/Curtis Jackson/John Freeman
Produced by：BANDPLAY
Bandp
What's happenin' wop baby
You pulled a rabbit out the hat with this one yeah
Take 'em all the way back man
These niggas so water whipped
This **** is ridiculous
Shoutout to 50 cent man let the band play
Huh
Say you a gangster but you ain't never shot nothin'
How you a gangster
And you run when the opps come
Say you a gangster but you ain't
Never popped nothin' huh
How you a gangster and you rat when the cops come
These dudes was turnt up but now
These niggas bankrupt damn
They had some motion rough ocean made the ship sunk
Might need a pitchin' plan for rappers
'Cause they goin' broke
He had a hit but he went cold
He back to sellin' d**e burr
The industry is full of scams
This **** smoke and mirrors
Niggas don't **** with you
Be at your funeral fakin' tears huh
All these killers throwin' they
Life away 'fore they grow a beard
Like it's a new trend to be broke
Or somethin' I find it weird
Rule one doin' dirt then keep
Some lawyer money rule one
And don't tell no one the whole
Truth not even your lawyer dummy
Big risk big reward you wanna live large
You're either talkin'
To the sarge or die by the sword
You gon' keep it in the streets or give it to God
They killed a nigga in my dome
I seen but I didn't saw it
Say you a gangster but you ain't never shot nothin'
How you a gangster and you run when the opps come
Say you a gangster but you ain't never popped nothin'
How you a gangster and you rat when the cops come
Say you a gangster but you ain't never shot nothin'
How you a gangster and you run when the opps come
I came home everybody livin' through they phone phone
These niggas broke as **** and
Postin' pictures like they on like they on
My nigga in the feds I'm tryna
Fly my dog a drone a drone
I told him get the law I'll pay
To send him twenty-four I got him
Got a few of 'em tryna make a
Meal behind the wall wall
Got a few of 'em I'm ready to
Catch a body 'bout my dog dog
Get out of line my nigga ventin'
Pray he get the call
I told him chill b got it
You 'bout to get the ball you got it
This chopper city gang gang
We call this **** the mob mob
You in new orleans and I don't like you
I'm gon' get you robbed get you shot
You in my city and I don't like you
You won't leave out it at all
You put my name in a song I'm comin'
See 'bout it I'm comin'
