Pop Smoke Gangstas Lyrics


Gangstas by Pop Smoke

Them n_ggas gotta hear what the f_ck I'm talkin' 'bout (Woo, woo)
(I be in New York)
Feel me, Lil' Z? (I be in New York with the gangsters)
On your set with some real sh_t, n_gga (Gangsters)
(Swerve)
I don't want none of that extra loud sh_t
This ain't none of that rainbow hair sh_t
Know what I'm sayin'? (I be in New York with the gangsters)
This the real streets sh_t, yeah, n_gga
(I be in New York with the gangsters)
F_ckin' voice of the streets, man
It's like Jesus walkin' (Oozin' automatics)
More like Christopher Walking, eh? (I be with the straights and the apes)
Y'all know what's up (Talkin' stone to stone)
(Runnin' backs, we don't wanna hear nothin' 'bout it)
Free all my n_ggas, free all the streets

I be in New York with the gangsters
Know a n_gga that'll shoot you for a tandem (Grrt)
If my opps chillin' in the foreign (Bah)
Then my n_ggas shootin' up the Phantom (Bah, bah, bah)
I be in New York with the gangsters (Woo)
Know a n_gga that'll shoot you for a tandem (Bah)
If my opps chillin' in the foreign (You lackin' ass n_ggas)
Then my n_ggas shootin' up the Phantom (Grrt)

.44 got a kickback (Bah)
Click-clack, get back (Bah)
Shots at your rib pack (Grrrt)
Or you can get chin checked (Woo)
Them trollin' n_ggas actin' up (Actin' up)
So n_ggas packed him up (Pack him up)
Brazy was actin' tough
'Til n_ggas slapped him up (P_ssy)
Pop Smoke on top (Haha)
N_ggas mad as f_ck (Mad)
Six by six, big Benz on my wrist (Grrt)
If you don't got your nails done, you are not it (Woo)
Automatically on the blocked list (Blocked, b_tch)
N_ggas talkin' 'bout they guns (Guns), but never shot sh_t (Cap)
Might as well put a cap on it, all over with a chopstick (P_ssy)
Run up and I'm brandin' them, take a n_gga shoppin' (B_tch)
Reach and I'm branchin' it 'cause I don't know who watchin' (I'm on point)
It's a Ginger Ale and Henny day, eased up on the creme brulee (Hahaha)
38's on the block (Block), a n_gga won't hesitate (Bah)
Had to move these b_tches up (Move up) 'cause they was in the way
I wouldn't want them to get shot by an enemy

I be in New York with the gangsters (And what's up?)
Know a n_gga that'll shoot you for a tandem (Tandem, grrt)
If my opps chillin' in the foreign (Bah)
Then my n_ggas shootin' up the Phantom (Bah, bah, bah)
I be in New York with the gangsters (Woo)
Know a n_gga that'll shoot you for a tandem (Bah)
If my opps is chillin' in the foreign (You lackin' ass n_ggas)
Then my n_ggas shootin' up the Phantom (Grrt)

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