Gangsta Persona
Weed got a strong aroma
Got the Glocks from Arizona
Servin' packs up like a Toma
Burn yo nose like ammonia
Got the strap and my diploma
Ship the product out to Roma
Shooters out in Barcelona
Show my gangsta persona
We got the straps (oh yeah)
Installed like apps (uh huh)
I said bitch, no snaps (oh no)
Leave a nigga with gaps (on bro)
Can't trust no hoe (no no)
She got to go (gotta go)
They be scheming on the low
Gotta let my choppa blow (Fah)
I'm in that mode (Yur)
Lil' nigga, get zoed (Yur)
You will get showed (Yah)
Got my weed, I'm throwed (Woah)
Choppa'll put you in yo' place
Throw the bullets at yo' face (Ahh)
Crack yo' head like a vase
Bleeding at fast pace (Woah)
Crippin' on yo' dead body
Steppa shit, this ain't no hobby (Nah)
Got the weapons, John Gotti
Shootin' shit likе I'm Scottie (Pippen)
Got the packs of that coca
Burn yo' throat, Coca Cola (Yuh)
Movin' shit in South Dakota
Big gangsta pеrsona
Big gangsta persona (Yeah)
Burn yo' nose like ammonia (Damn)
Fucked yo' bitch on the Sonoma (Ow)
Took her straight to Oklahoma (Phew)
Strapped up with the gang, claimin' us but we don't know ya' (Who?)
FN hit ya' brain, head exploded like Corona (Damn)
We see you fucked nigga, got yo' finger on the trigga' (Uh huh)
You won't pull it, you a bitch, water head like a giga-
-byte, alright, man we turnin' up tonight (Aye)
Big Steppa in the buildin', gettin' high up as a kite (Off the Za')
Servin' packs up like a Toma, you know I'm like that
I'll go old school on niggas, where they at, where they at (Hey)
'Fore I pull out my gat, RIP to Fat Pat
Glock'll have you on a mat, swear its worse if you a rat (lil' bitch)
I try to tell niggas, but they think I'ma joke
If I ever go up, I'ma laugh if you broke (damn)
Ha, ha, ha, yo' pack I'ma smoke (Heh, heh, heh)
Feel like Kan when I'm woke, dirty Sprite, no Coke (Ahh)
Runnin' up this bag, try and stop me lil' bitch
Oh you got a Pro Mag, you ain't getting far with shit (Jammed)
ARP beat you to it, oh you bad, gone and do it
Copped a brand new fit, feelin' clean, I must admit (Fresh)
(Weed got a strong aroma)
(Got the Glocks from Arizona)
(Servin' packs up like a Toma)
(Burn yo nose like ammonia)
(Got the strap and my diploma)
(Ship the product out to Roma)
(Shooters out in Barcelona)
(Show my gangsta persona)
Weed got a strong aroma
Got the Glocks from Arizona
Servin' packs up like a Toma
Burn yo nose like ammonia
Got the strap and my diploma
Ship the product out to Roma
Shooters out in Barcelona
Show my gangsta persona
We got the straps (oh yeah)
Installed like apps (uh huh)
I said bitch, no snaps (oh no)
Leave a nigga with gaps (gotta go)
Can't trust no hoe
She got to go
They be scheming on the low
Gotta let my choppa blow