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[Intro]
Yeah, it鈥檚 another late one
Or early one, should I say
Keep the KK roll
T-T-O-D
Gangstas don鈥檛 sleep
Yeah, man I don鈥檛 care let me talk my shit one time
Yeah
[Verse 1]
I鈥檓 from the west side real niggas stolen them set side
Bitches like these Benzes need to call when I can test drive
RIP to Left Eye, no TLC
Ya鈥檒l just really let them text fly
Who got the scare from Best Buy
Always been a hustler, smooth, cool motherfucker
Real thirsty when I鈥檓 thirsty
Tacavaca with the paccas, never been a sucker
40 in the stash, kicking like Jackie Chang, Rush Hour, Chris Tucker
Lot a rebels talk the talk but they be hella faking
And you鈥檒l never see around once they ever vacant
I was raised by the cheese if you serious face it
Cause when it鈥檚 on hood it鈥檚 scary movie, Freddy-Jason
Here now and they won鈥檛 take my seat
Can鈥檛 nobody contend now when I make my heat
I used to hit the club with them fake ID鈥檚
Now my bitch open my phone cause of face ID
[Hook]
You can catch me ridin out
Pulling up, kill, hand on the kill real
You can catch me ridin out
Down that spitch by my side you can get a thrill
You can catch me ridin out
Diamonds n my neck but I ain鈥檛 got no chill
You can catch me ridin out
I鈥檓 a gansta, gansta, gangsta, gansta
You can catch me ridin out
[Verse 2]
Aye, red blood cold yard over fresh preys
Sauced up blammas bruising up my rib cage
Stars in the ceiling shining on my space J鈥檚
Killer California ain鈥檛 no place to vacate
Niggas break safe to save face make your fate way
Haters tugging on my dick like a shake way
If it ain鈥檛 gorilla glue then it鈥檚 KK, AK鈥檚 and AKA鈥檚 aye
I鈥檓 a make it one day
I done worked all week till it鈥檚 Friday
And woke up to a Sunday
Yeah I been smoking at the pound since the chronic
Nigga now it鈥檚 KK and these hunnids got you niggas acting violent
You don鈥檛 want this gun play cause I鈥檓 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
[Hook]
You can catch me ridin out
Pulling up, kill, hand on the kill real
You can catch me ridin out
Down that spitch by my side you can get a thrill
You can catch me ridin out
Diamonds n my neck but I ain鈥檛 got no chill
You can catch me ridin out
I鈥檓 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
You can catch me ridin out
[Verse 3]
Breaking bitches for the bred told em meet me in bed
Don鈥檛 kick her out I want breakfast instead
Don鈥檛 trust these niggas they might be the Feds
I鈥檓 always beast up to head
It鈥檚 in my skin Taylor Gang till I鈥檓 dead
I ain鈥檛 stressed cause all I want鈥檚 the pay
Make a hundred grand blow a hundred points today
Man these niggas think they better but they not
If I drop a song today that better gon be hot
It鈥檚 with me on the plane
Catch me cruising up the West Side, Pittsburgh
Nigga got it tatted on my chest
The money still green the bitches still calling
My music still rock my niggas still balling
Make another 5 mil just off touring
You niggas all sound the same the game getting boring
Keep the KK stashed and paned in the glass
You can hear me when I pass
[Hook]
You can catch me ridin out
Pulling up, kill, hand on the kill real
You can catch me ridin out
Down that pitch by my side you can get a thrill
You can catch me ridin out
Diamonds n my neck but I ain鈥檛 got no chill
You can catch me ridin out
I鈥檓 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
You can catch me ridin out
[Verse 4]
Me and you
Smoking on a pound or two
Riding in my whip to the stove
For some papers cause they already roll
Me and you
Smoking on a pound or two
Riding in my whip to the stove
For some papers cause they already roll
[Hook]
You can catch me ridin out
Pulling up, kill, hand on the kill real
You can catch me ridin out
Down that spitch by my side you can get a thrill
You can catch me ridin out
Diamonds n my neck but I ain鈥檛 got no chill
You can catch me ridin out
I鈥檓 a gangsta, gangsta, gangsta, gangsta
You can catch me ridin out
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