Gz

Lyrics

[Intro] Uh Look, uh Look Dog, uh [Chorus] They say you thugged out, gangsta, gangsta Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous Dranked and drugged out, anxious, ain't you? Bang the banger (Look at this) Tell them bitches stop playin' with us (Uh, look) [Verse 1] I feel the anger, all way down to my ankles (Yeah) Tryna keep ahead, so yeah, I keep one in the chamber (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Puttin' shit to bed, we all blessed, fed and thankful (Yeah) Puttin' shit to bed, he bled tears, shed, painful It's goin' to my head, don't let that picture that they paint you in reflection turn dеception in your brain You want respect? Thеn give the same (Uh) Dealin' with some real shit, they fakin' beef, we creating Call it competition, feel more like it's class participation Get the gloves out, bang the banger It ain't no love down south, memories painful My partner got the plug down south, Cartagena Flew to Colombia, work muchos buenos Shawty, you too thugged out (Gangsta, gangsta) Nah, fuck it, they say you too tough Exterior black, ugly and rough (Yeah) Inferior to shirt and ties, a suit with the tux (Uh) Temperature, fuck it, he sick and tired, he turned shit up Bad wires, but not a bad guy You know how Black lives (Don't), matter We see the data and the pattern of plight Don't feel pity, throw a party, nigga, pass me the mic I be thinkin' maybe Martin was wrong, Malcolm was right [Chorus] Fuck it, we thugged out, gangsta, gangsta Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous Dranked and drugged out, anxious, ain't you? Bang the banger Tell them bitches stop playin' with us [Interlude] Gangsta, gangsta (Gangsta) Gangsta, gangsta Uh, look, yeah [Verse 2] I left the Flame to hit the game, but had to park on the deck Took everything from out the whip besides the change and the stick It's hella dark, you can't see shit behind this ten percent tint I should get five-percent tint, I been on all kinds of mischief Probably when I'm ridin' through the city Cops think I'm ridin' around to get it Like I'm Tity, tryna get money, 'cause the economy is shitty Mind your business, write up the ticket while I'm windin' up the window Saints and Falcons, rivalry weekend and this time, we gotta win it You know I'm all about the business Back then, took MARTA out to Kensington Got my Jordans out the flea market, just got started reminiscin' 'Bout all them cars we tried to crack Smash it, them doors we used to kick Jack shit, we was sleepin' on the floors, way more important to the script In another series of events, lot of shit, it be very unfortunate Like I mentioned, we at the game finna go, and I'm feelin' a sudden suspense I get in my car, see some glass by the door, and I'm like, "What the fuck is this?" I knew what it was, the stadium right in the hood and my window was busted Now I feel all the blood, it's rushin' Take a second, a minute, adjustment Had a couple things, but if they ain't found my banger, they ain't really get nothin' (Come on, bruh) Man, goddamn, you little niggas took everything From the spare tires, to the spare change The insurance papers and some blunt spray What the fuck would they want with that anyway? But we in Atlanta, you could see the channels, man, that shit gon' happen every, any day Might not see bandanas, but he squeeze the hammer like he John Henry tryna beat the train Havin' fun with it, bunch of young niggas tryna feel numb to the pain I ain't trippin' 'cause I know who responsible, it's the motherfuckers that be claimin' that [Chorus] We too thugged out, gangsta, gangsta Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous Dranked and drugged out, anxious, ain't you? Bang the banger Tell them bitches stop playin' with us (Uh, fuck) [Outro] Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta Gangsta, gangsta Haha