Gangsta & Divine

That is something that I will never glorify in my music

I'll never glorify that shit, because I'm not like that

Not all females are like that, and like, don't get me wrong

I've had haters

But how many followers I got

There's lovers too

I met some cool-ass females that fuck with, like, fuck with me

Hella females fuck with me because of what the fuck I do

Mmm, I love my city and it love me back

I'm hittin' the boulevard on a Friday night

You know we got the low, low packed

I could not hear you mackin' over these old school slappers

We tight, but you ain't posted right now, motherfucker

Stop cappin', you bitches messy, need a napkin

No lie

Whole crew look good, got you hypnotized

Got him stutterin

Like his brain fried, I'm too busy chasin' dreams

I swear for this shit, I'll die, Is you gon' ride

He said I am his best side

I said sorry, but mine is the west side

Put that on, the double seven five

Got him wonderin' how I'm so gangster and divine

At the same time, my face card never get declined

But you know my looks will never ever top my mind

Hittin' them books, tryna elevate my grind

All of you suckers really gettin' left behind

Y'all must be tweakin' off the M's

Hatin' on me like you get paid to do it embarrassing

Y'all make me sick, now listen as I kick some G shit

To lames that would rather talk shit than get rich

Y'all must be tweakin' off the M's

Hatin' on me like you get paid to do it embarrassing

Y'all make me sick, now listen as I kick some G shit

To lames that would rather talk shit than get rich

Keep the tears out my eyes, sendin' kisses to the sky

Call me Zapp & Roger, cause you know that I'ma be alright

Like, too pretty to be trippin

I'ma hit work before you talk about sippin

I got bigger plans, bitch, I don't need your man

Don't talk to me if your name ain't bands

Keep my lips painted red, Dodgers cap on my head

Neighborhood queen, hood dreams

Keep my people fed, I'm feelin' good

Don't need to be off no drugs

Yeah, I'm ballin', but you know I'm rich as fuck

on the love, puttin' seven seven five on the map

Lames always tryna tap, motherfucker, kiss the strap

Let your man take care of me and then put him in therapy

These bitches will go broke, tryna compare to me

No similarities, I could give a fuck less if you pick me

I don't shake ass, gotta keep my moves tricky

Say you diggin' me, then throw that on my name

I'm just tryna flip a cent into a bill, we ain't the same

Don't get it twisted, I don't do it for the fame

But regardless, you already know my name

And I'll murk you in a mini skirt and then pay for the T-shirts

Oh, your man broke up with you, that's funny, I ain't even flirt

That's for the birds and I ain't got no time to chirp

I'm chasin' dreams, so keep a distance

If not, you finna get hurt

Y'all must be tweakin' off the M's

Hatin' on me like you get paid to do it, embarrassing

Y'all make me sick, now listen as I kick some G-shit

To lames that would rather talk shit than get rich

Y'all must be tweakin' off the M's

Hatin' on me like you get paid to do it, embarrassing

Y'all make me sick, now listen as I kick some G-shit

To lames that would rather talk shit than get rich