Gangsta (feat. YG) - Karan Aujla & Ikky

Uh-oh You say you affiliated but you never caught one It's body counts around this b- and you ain't got one On the sucker's side with this fully ridin' shotgun And I been prayin' for a long time, it beat that hot one They be like "Damn, homie," yeah They took your chain and you ain't blam, homie? What the f- wrong with you dudes? I got this stick in my sweater Play with glicky, no jammin' Throw on my hoodie, no cameras I poured a brick in this Fanta, then pour it out for the dead ones I get your big dawg beheaded Ayy, that's on Jesus we steppin' Landlord on the necklace I put on for the section, it ain't no second guessing Could've lost my life in these trenches, was given second chances, yeah I'm a, I'm a gangster, I done got my rank up Lamborghini, 'Raris, when we poppin' out, we paid up F- I look like laid up? How you think we came up? All that gangster sh- that n- poppin', mostly made up My b-, she a A-plus, make her hold the banger That's lil' bae, she gon' take the case and keep it gangster Cherry clan, we flamed up Fully when I yank somethin' N- play with anything I love, get yellow-taped up I got milli's on milli's Haha to the bank like it's silly This P-hat don't stand for Philly This sh- Piru, do you feel me? This sh- forever, it's with me Slime business, it's sticky My life a movie, need Emmy's I slide with it on me, don't tempt me I got a problem, I know it And I ain't 'fraid to show it I sip the drank like it's water I f- her raw, I be h- My true colors be showin' That sh- red, it be glowin' You hardly hood, you ain't gangster B-, your hood disown you (uh-oh) You hop on the 'Gram and talk that sh- My n- in the street, they spark that sh- The loudest man in the room get off When you grew up in the streets, you was taught that sh- You ain't from the streets, never walked that sh- Or the P or the B, you know fall for it The game don't know you, you soft as sh- Take his chain, f- his b- The Lamborghini, yeah, I bought that b- Nine with a thirty on it and I brought this b- Spit on the d-, toot it up from the back Beat your a-, yeah, I taught that b- I buy her bags so often, her look can't be real, man, I bought this b- Pop-pop-pop-pop you for a n- chain, I'ma have to spark this b- I'm a, I'm a gangster, I done got my rank up Lamborghini, 'Raris, when we poppin' out, we paid up F- I look like laid up? How you think we came up? All that gangster sh- that n- poppin', mostly made up My b-, she a A-plus, make her hold the banger That's lil' bae, she gon' take the case and keep it gangster Cherry clan, we flamed up Fully when I yank somethin' N- play with anything I love, get yellow-taped up

Blueface, baby Yeah aight Bust down, Thotiana Yeah aight I wanna see you bust down Bust down, Thotiana (Bust down, Thotiana) I wanna see you bust down (Over) Pick it up, now break that shit down (Break it down) Speed it up, then slow that shit down, on the gang (Slow it down) Bust it (Bust down) Bust down, bust it, bust it Bust down, on the gang (Over) Bust down, Thotiana (Bust down, Thotiana) I wanna see you bust down (Over) Pick it up, now break that shit down (Break it down) Speed it up, now slow that shit down, on the gang (Slow it down) Bust it (Bust down) Bust down, bust it, bust it Bust down, on the gang (Over) Blueface, baby Yeah aight, I'm every woman's fantasy (Blueface, baby) Mama always told me I was gon' break hearts I guess it's her fault, stupid, don't be mad at me (Don't be mad at me) I wanna see you bust down (Bust down) Bend that shit over, on the gang (Yeah aight) Make that shit clap She threw it back so I had to double back On the gang (On the gang) Smackin', high off them drugs (Off them drugs) I tried tell myself two times was enough (Was enough) Then a nigga relapsed, on the dead locs Ain't no runnin', Thotiana You gon' take these damn strokes (Thotiana) I beat the pussy up, now it's a murder scene Keep shit player, Thotiana, Like you ain't never even heard of me (Blueface, baby) Bust down, Thotiana I wanna see you bust down (Bust down) Bend that shit over (Bend it over) Yeah aight, now make that shit clap On the gang (Make it clap) Now toot that thing up (Toot it up) Throw that shit back (Throw it back) I need my extras, on the dead locs Bust down, Thotiana (Bust down, Thotiana) I wanna see you bust down (Over) Pick it up, now break that shit down (Break it down) Speed it up, then slow that shit down, on the gang ( Slow it down) Bust it (Bust down) Bust down, bust it, bust it Bust down, on the gang (Over) Bust down, Thotiana (Bust down, Thotiana) I wanna see you bust down (Over) Pick it up, now break that shit down (Break it down) Speed it up, now slow that shit down, On the gang (Slow it down) Bust it (Bust down) Bust down, bust it, bust it Bust down, on the gang (Over) Do it still get wet? Is it tight? (4Hunnid) Butt ass naked, do it look nice? Raw dog a redbone And have a redface baby, yeah aight Feelin' on that ass tryna see what's the deal (What's the deal?) That ass shot fake, that fat chest for real Oh, you don't wanna suck dick? Ew I don't wanna fuck no more, the vibe got killed (Fuckin' bitch) Bust down, bust down, bust down (Bust it down, bitch) After you go down south, I need that uptown (Uh) Ride the dick, dirty bitch, don't stop (Don't stop) You don't know what uptown mean It's on top (Stupid bitch) Get it wet, get it wet, then get a mop Had to dick her down 'cause her ex was an opp (On the gang) Thotiana from the block Split half of that pussy with my nigga like a flock (On the gang) She in that Fashion Nova, bust down (Bust down) Let me smash in the Rover, bust down (Bust down) She fucked him, him and me, bust down (Bust down) That's a pretty lil' thing, no, that's a bust down Bust down, Thotiana (Bust down, Thotiana) I wanna see you bust down (Over) Lick it up, now slurp that shit down Jerk it off, now throw that dick down, on the gang (Slow it down) Bust it (Bust down) Bust down, bust it, bust it Bust down, on the gang (Over) Bust down, Thotiana (Bust down, Thotiana) I wanna see you bust down (Over) Pick it up, now break that shit down (Break it down) Speed it up, now slow that shit down On the gang (Slow it down) Bust it (Bust down) Bust down, bust it, bust it Bust down, on the gang (Over)

Run them bands up, run them bands up Run them bands up, run them bands up Run them bands up, run them bands up Spend it 'cause I'm up, nigga, and what? (And what?) Run them bands up, run them bands up Run them bands up, run them bands up Run them bands up, run them bands up Thought we was fallin' off, you can't stand us (stand us) Whole lotta bands in my left hand The pistol got a drum, I'm the band man Whole lotta drink in my right hand Long live Slim 400, the hype man (hype man) She know I got paper, she wanna get a issue Over a bitch, never act sentimental Drop-top coupe, this is not a rental Pull up, F8 Ferrari, fuck up they mental Gentle as you open the door Threw a hunnid in the club, put this shit on Forbes Beef in the streets come with these whores The pussy so good, it be startin' wars Oh, oh-oh, oh, man, oh, damn In Glock I trust 'cause it don't jam I'm tryna run the bag up, she wanna slow dance I'm tryna toot it and boot it, she wanna romance Run them bands up, run them bands up Run them bands up, run them bands up Run them bands up, run them bands up Spend it 'cause I'm up, nigga, and what? (And what?) Run them bands up, run them bands up Run them bands up, run them bands up Run them bands up, run them bands up Thought we was fallin' off, you can't stand us (stand us) Big digits, Chrome Heart, bitch spend it Get with it, if I rapped it, I lived it Big digits, whole lotta pretty bitches No cap, not a snapback or a fitted (ah) How they do, mo'fucker? It's the big homie Different bitch every night, I am never lonely Said she had a OnlyFans, but she never told me Said she a real squirter, now she gotta show me Yeah, on demon, I don't play fair (no) Get money in the safe, sex in the air (air) Yeah, jumpin' off a bean for me everywhere (where) I be livin' in the bank, you ain't ever there (never) Clap, clap that ass like it's automatic ('matic) I'm obsessed with that ass, I'm an ass fanatic ('natic) Put the pump to his lip like an asthmatic And we still flipped the work like an acrobatic (flip it) Yeah, play time, now it's break time Yeah, too busy but I make time Yeah, four hunnid with them gang signs If we talkin' millionaires, bitch, I'm the front line (ah) Run them bands up, run them bands up (bitch) Run them bands up, run them bands up Run them bands up, run them bands up Spend it 'cause I'm up, nigga, and what? (And what?) Run them bands up, run them bands up Run them bands up, run them bands up Run them bands up, run them bands up Thought we was fallin' off, you can't stand us (stand us) Big digits, Chrome Heart, big spendin' (uh) Get with it, if I rapped it, I lived it (BIA, BIA) Big digits, whole lotta pretty bitches (uh) No cap, not a snapback or a fitted I run it up 'til I'm tired (yes) Went back to sleep and woke up to a wire Niggas inquire who been fuckin' me prior Bitch, I been hot, Richard Pryor, uh It's gettin' hot in here Ain't no talent, drop a tear 'cause I hope in Lears (Skrrt) I took the P.S. lounge 'cause they stop and stare I know these white folks wonder how we got in here, uh Took the club and the kitchen from the backdoor It's the only time that I ever get backdoored (rrah) Nigga, the fuck you think I rap for? Nigga, you could see it on my dashboard Plain Jane Rollie cost a whole half a ticket (facts) Worth eight figures, ain't no such thing as trickin' (21) Should've been a farmer, I be chasin' after chicken (21) Focused on the money, that shit come along with bitches (21) No love for the opps, they get knocked out their britches (pussy) Jump inside the box, spin the block 'til I'm dizzy (pussy) Fat transfer, if you ain't right, I get your titties (fat) Fuck me in the car, I'm in a rush, you know I'm busy (21) Drove out, fuck a superstar and made that bitch part of my rollout Rappin' all that tough shit done got his ass hoe'd out You can't buy no ticket to my show 'cause they be sold out Security wanna search us at the door when we got poles out (21) Bad bitch got her ass out You ain't really, "Gang, gang," nigga, you a mascot (pussy) Check my bank statements, you a pass out You need people like me to point and call the bad guy

Bole ek khoka do Do khoka chaar 20 kaali gaadi 100 bande mere sath On a low Karna 100 mili paar Ek mili, do mili, teen mili, chaar Aane do Ye hote pareshan Chalta mera naam Jaisa chalta mera kaam Aane do Ek khokha, do khokha, teen khokha, chaar Chal! Kal c dubai nal sheikh v c kyi Ohto baad mai columbia flight fad lyi Jithe java othe yaar hi kamaaye jatt ne Tenu lagda k paise di kamayi kar lyi Chaal jatt di slow Ture torra'n taur nal Kalla kalla putt ture torra'n taur nal Yeah they know Meri kithe tak maar Akhan vicho parh lva banda mile saar Mangey jhanjara di jodi ehio masla Ghodi mangdi badama ala tasla Baahla manga na swaad na swaadi aa Asi rotia achaara'n de hi aaadi aa Gaddi meri low Munde high har vaar Jithe java naal vdda bai har vaar Yeah they know Meri kithe tak maar Akhan vicho parh lva banda mile saar Bole ek khoka do Do khoka chaar 20 kaali gaadi 100 bande mere sath On a low Karna 100 mili paar Ek mili, do mili, teen mili, chaar Khule mein fukna kia Six mein landing Gunjee kala rakhte All black forces matching Music pehla rakhte Humse hota nahi acting Hum paisa udate Fir bolte fashion Ha! Sahi mein hood se Jaise ghar mein ration Tere baap k belt sa Har verse is slaaping Extra daant hai tujh mein Isliye karta cappin' Hum gaadi udatate South film ki action Kabhi khau galli Kabhi chakhte hum bastian Na kiya shadi shows Fir bhi bahot hai cashing Brother what's really cracking Hum jaise hum fly Patiyala with manala Hum waise bhi high Ocb mein yaha udte Videshi dawai Mai wo gehra poora sapna hu Jo tujhe satayae Tujhe pata hai bhai Tu kitna paani mein Dikki k alawa bhi Samaan hota gadi mein Har din yaha diwali hai Gehra nala tere niche Sabko pata hai, tu jaali hai Hum paise bhi kama liye 10 khokha 30 khokha 50 khokha 100 khokha 200-300 khokha 500 khokha Chal gin gin gin Hum paise bhi kama liye Tu toh jaali hai