Gangsta Wit It (Pt. 2)(feat. Toosii)
Just look at how far we came
And we started from nothin'
I remember we was takin' L's back-to-back
Now we on top of the world, you heard?
(Ziad on the track)
Yeah, I drip her down in designer, I never gotta remind her
Yeah, she know that she number one
And it's hard for these niggas to find her
Yeah, feel like I'm rolling off codeine, she keeping me tired (tired)
I sing to my baby, Mariah (Mariah)
She know these niggas be liars, my baby fire
She know she bad, so these niggas gon' try her
Got a F on the wood and the tires
Beat it down when I'm gettin' behind her
She always keeping her hand out
'Cause she know that a nigga a grinder
I done struck gold, feel like a miner (miner)
Make it better, met her as a minor
She been down ever since, diamonds on her wrist hittin' like Ayo
Eliantte on the jewels make you go, "Ooh"
Dancin' like Mateo
And my baby listen, she gon' do whatever I say so
She hold my Glock, go when I say go
She hold my Glock in her purse, said, "Bae, you gon' bust for me"
Said she only been in love once, she fell in love with me
Oh, she love the Gucci (Gucci)
Oh, she love designer (designer, designer, designer)
Oh, baby the devil 'cause she stay dressed up in Prada
Like Bonnie and Clyde, yeah, I wanna know if you gon' ride it with me
Nigga, I don't need no gang set
Fuck a clique 'cause my bitch riding with me
(Thug in her DNA, uh-huh, get it, bae, uh-huh)
Bad with a little bit of attitude
Cute face, but she got a little savage mood
Realer than the realest nigga that I ever met in my life
And I call her my wife
She gon' take the D like them pussy niggas be losing the blick
She taking the pipe
We stand on top of them niggas
We step on them niggas, can't see us, they been out of sight
I ain't stressing dirty bitches 'cause you something different
I only want you in my life
Pussy wet, tsunami
I dive up in it before I go catch me a body
Take a soul, no homi-
Do it for you 'cause you know I'm in love with you, darling
Be your Hov, you be my Yoncé
Be my queen, I'll be your Pompeii
Be your Durk, you be my India
But technically, girl, I'm into ya
And I ain't gon' cap, girl, you the only reason I'm still breathing
I was on my last, ain't wanna fight, but you gave me a reason
Now I look at life so different, now I know I got a meaning
But fuck 'em, we gon' give 'em hell, we turning up, it's demon season
Told you, baby, you so gangsta with it, oh, I love it
Let 'em know, baby, you gangsta with it, oh, I love it
Did a hundred on the highway
Baby say she love it my way
Fuck them pussy niggas, they be hatin', they can't ride my wave
No Rod Wave, I wanna write your name on my tombstone
'Cause when I die, no, I don't wanna be alone
Bae, I want your soul right there, I can't feel alone out there
I'd die for you
And she so gangsta with it, we fell in love
Remember I met you and you said that you loved my touch
Now you got love for me
And, baby, I'm just so cool with it
Taking no more L's, we 'bout business, no, they can't deal with it
And she so gangsta with it, we fell in love
Remember I met you and you said that you loved my touch
Now you got love for me
And, baby, I'm just so cool with it
Taking no more L's, we 'bout business, no, they can't deal with it
And we started from nothin'
I remember we was takin' L's back-to-back
Now we on top of the world, you heard?
(Ziad on the track)
Yeah, I drip her down in designer, I never gotta remind her
Yeah, she know that she number one
And it's hard for these niggas to find her
Yeah, feel like I'm rolling off codeine, she keeping me tired (tired)
I sing to my baby, Mariah (Mariah)
She know these niggas be liars, my baby fire
She know she bad, so these niggas gon' try her
Got a F on the wood and the tires
Beat it down when I'm gettin' behind her
She always keeping her hand out
'Cause she know that a nigga a grinder
I done struck gold, feel like a miner (miner)
Make it better, met her as a minor
She been down ever since, diamonds on her wrist hittin' like Ayo
Eliantte on the jewels make you go, "Ooh"
Dancin' like Mateo
And my baby listen, she gon' do whatever I say so
She hold my Glock, go when I say go
She hold my Glock in her purse, said, "Bae, you gon' bust for me"
Said she only been in love once, she fell in love with me
Oh, she love the Gucci (Gucci)
Oh, she love designer (designer, designer, designer)
Oh, baby the devil 'cause she stay dressed up in Prada
Like Bonnie and Clyde, yeah, I wanna know if you gon' ride it with me
Nigga, I don't need no gang set
Fuck a clique 'cause my bitch riding with me
(Thug in her DNA, uh-huh, get it, bae, uh-huh)
Bad with a little bit of attitude
Cute face, but she got a little savage mood
Realer than the realest nigga that I ever met in my life
And I call her my wife
She gon' take the D like them pussy niggas be losing the blick
She taking the pipe
We stand on top of them niggas
We step on them niggas, can't see us, they been out of sight
I ain't stressing dirty bitches 'cause you something different
I only want you in my life
Pussy wet, tsunami
I dive up in it before I go catch me a body
Take a soul, no homi-
Do it for you 'cause you know I'm in love with you, darling
Be your Hov, you be my Yoncé
Be my queen, I'll be your Pompeii
Be your Durk, you be my India
But technically, girl, I'm into ya
And I ain't gon' cap, girl, you the only reason I'm still breathing
I was on my last, ain't wanna fight, but you gave me a reason
Now I look at life so different, now I know I got a meaning
But fuck 'em, we gon' give 'em hell, we turning up, it's demon season
Told you, baby, you so gangsta with it, oh, I love it
Let 'em know, baby, you gangsta with it, oh, I love it
Did a hundred on the highway
Baby say she love it my way
Fuck them pussy niggas, they be hatin', they can't ride my wave
No Rod Wave, I wanna write your name on my tombstone
'Cause when I die, no, I don't wanna be alone
Bae, I want your soul right there, I can't feel alone out there
I'd die for you
And she so gangsta with it, we fell in love
Remember I met you and you said that you loved my touch
Now you got love for me
And, baby, I'm just so cool with it
Taking no more L's, we 'bout business, no, they can't deal with it
And she so gangsta with it, we fell in love
Remember I met you and you said that you loved my touch
Now you got love for me
And, baby, I'm just so cool with it
Taking no more L's, we 'bout business, no, they can't deal with it
Credits
Writer(s): Naujour Lazier Grainger, Nihee Joshua Wesley, Ziad Amin Mohamed Bashir
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