Ultimate Gangsta (feat. 2 Chainz)

Nightmares

Give these **** hysterias

Jokers

**** is serious

Everybody's strapped up, posted

Chillin' in areas

Everybody's got that pistol

Couldn't get near us, nah

Everybody's got talk

Everybody wants some

Everybody's got guns

Yeah, everybody's got one

Hit him with the hand ting

Or get him with the long one

Man gon' get a little wrong done

Man gon' get 'em in the long run

Switch it

Hold 'em and poke that wanker

This that ultimate gangsta

This that **** don't want no smoke

'Cause this that ultimate cancer

**** ain't jumping no boat

My **** ain't throwing no anchor

**** just roll up and smoke, man

**** just going out gangsta

**** just roll up what big noise

**** just blow up that tanker

**** want to roll with them big boys

Biggest authority stamper

Yes

**** ain't sippin no cups

So nuttin don't flow with no Fanta

Thinking these **** is wet

Now **** is going out damper

I said batman

They thought man was joking

When I'm talking 'bout dressing all black

A **** was scoping

'Cause I'm fucking this rap shit

**** is soaking

Fuck your little chitchat talk show

**** is smoking

**** ain't getting no cash now

**** just coping

**** just looking Macauley

**** is coking

You can just get hit with that forty

Or **** gets poking

Man, it got me thinking it's game time

When they see a **** get coaching

Man, I got shooters

****, just get them

****, just get them

**** just ate them

****, just get them

****, just get them

****, just get them

****, just get them

Yeah

****, just get them, ate them

****, just sweat them

****, just get them

****, just get them

****, just get them

****, just get them

****, just get them

I go to war in a suit

I hit the chick in the glute

The condo, it came with the coupe

The south side ain't been the same since we launched T.R.U.

This is the real street category

Rocking more rings that Robert Horry

Flow real nasty like a lavatory

No more of me in the inventory

Yeah, out with the clip on the side

I got my dick on her thigh

Wrists on Fourth of July

Pistol on Fourth of July

****, I hate when you lie

Bank roll thicker than Nicki Minaj

Ah, make 'em sit like it's a dog

Ah, sipping the rod

You can smell it for a mile

Uh, check the stats man

See what they do to a black man

I'm still undefeated even when I'm shooting

Jump shot

For some money in the trashcan

And my holster got embroidery

When they see me, they recording me

Got a grin

**** show your teeth

They ain't yours, **** show your lease

Yeah, that man

I'm just running up a sack man

In the backseat with my feet

On the partition simply relaxing

Tryna put a line between me and you

Call that a fraction

Thinking I don't know how to act?

Shit

I'm about the action

Uh, drinking on that act

Shit, talking 'bout the trap

Walk around with racks

Walk around with straps

Walk around with SK's

Them reach for decade

Tatted up like a esé

I really fell in love with how the tech spray

Ultimate gangsta

I don't give a F.I.N.

Pull up in a trim up

**** better dim up

Turn yo ass to dinner

Save you for some leftovers

Run up on you from the right side

And shoot you in your left shoulder

Man, I got shooters

****, just get them

****, just get them

**** just ate them

****, just get them

****, just get them

****, just get them

****, just get them, yeah

****, just get them, ate them

****, just sweat them

****, just get them

****, just get them

****, just get them

****, just get them

****, just get them