Gangsta Ways

(This shit gon' be crazy, Jacc)

Yeah, I could put you in Chanel

I bet you look good in that, bae

Your man made ten in a month

I made that shit in a day

Yeah, I'm from the 'Raq, baby

But got a spot down in the A

Got a spot out in LA

We can catch a Lakers game

Yeah, you know I'm gangster, baby

You could be my gangster bae

Sorry I ain't used to love, excuse me for my gangster ways

Yeah, I really come from nothin', you know I had to make a way

Hell nah, I can't trust a soul, this Gen5 on me, make it bang

Yeah

Thoughts of givin' you my name

Swear to God, you picture perfect from your face down to your frame

From your head down to your toes, say my grace and eat you whole

And she like my backshot game, every stroke, I take her soul

Thoughts of givin' you my name

Every stroke, I take her soul

Uh, bitch, you look good in that Benz, you could get the keys, baby

GLE, that AMG, two seats, you and me baby

Turn that pussy to a pack, roll it in my leaf, baby

Love the way you suck it, lot of spit, no teeth, baby

Uh, you know I like that shit

Uh, I might go ice your wrist

Uh, my bitch so stuck up

Gon' get her way, she throwin' a fit

We apply too much pressure, we gon' spank the opps until they quit

My brand-new bitch pressure, she pretty in the face and she got hips

Uh, you know I like your smile

Uh, you know I like that shit

Uh, bae, I'ma dick you down while you play with your clit

I can't let you down or play with your feelings, that's too much of a risk

And I know that if I go without your love, then I just might get sick