[Intro]
Gangsters

[Verse 1: Saliva Grey]
We ain't nothing but some crackers, hella G's when we stepping
I ain't been the fuck to sleep, 4 days, been obsessing bout the money
Bout the fake motherfuckers, got me stressing over nothing
Overrated, think y'all made it, y'all ain't shit

Ain't nothing but a skid mark
Heard your music, all I heard was hella bitch barks
Smoking purple, call it Randall, this ain't Pixar
Move in silence, terrify em, call me spit art

Got a big bag with hella weapons in it
Got my city back, way I'm representing
Y'all ain't know this swag, y'all ain't really bout it though
Put you on your ass, Henry, how I run em over

Ay, when they talking, hear that blah blah
Ay, I get you higher than some rosin
Tiny trees, you been smoking on that bonsai
Pull the ratchet out my bag, I say, "Tada"

[Verse 2: $lim Gucci]
Never one for rules, I was always in that office
Now I'm passing out that rock and I ain't talking bout no Spalding
Ay, I just crashed the Honda Civic off Elysian with my demons
In Gentilly, I'm like Jesus, I'm a
Wet em up like faucet, banging on my chest
What you heard about yung primate?
Ay, yeah, you better come correct or we running
Up your pockets, you a mark without a check now

Ay, give me the loot, I heard that fuckboy policing, uh
Give me the deuce and I ain't really got no reason, uh
Off them blues, tuck that hate, I don't need it, uh
Duck a goose who acting silly off that pack, uh

I know that everybody gon hate at what they not, uh
Know them pussyboys could never step to wop, uh
Got this weight up on my back like a squat, uh
I'm a sharpshooter, call me Hitman Hart

[Verse 3: 99zed]
Lazy days so I'm just puffing on that piff
It's that yung Criss Angel but I ain't fucking with no trick
I don't give a fuck who you is, get off my dick
99 like Jared Goff cause I ain't never throwing pics, uh

Cold world but next to me, that bitch feel like the sun
I don't participate and socialize with anyone
If you wanna problem then I promise you I'm not the one
Got that drip on with that big ass gun like Elmer Fudd
Couple ounces between the gang, that's a off day
I'm out in Boston stacking green like Jrue Holiday
Everywhere I go, they fuck with me the long way
And if you don't then you can suck my motherfucking cock

Monday night feeling raw, I'm swagging like The Rock
I got a couple ounces tucked up in my overalls
Fuck a red light, I hit a 100 down the boulevard
Flying off the bridge while getting neck like a guitar, mane

[Outro: $lim Gucci]
Gangsters (Never one for rules, I was always in that office)
(Now I'm passing out that rock and I ain't talking bout no Spalding)
(Ay, I just crashed the Honda Civic off Elysian with my demons)
(In Gentilly, I'm like Jesus, I'm a)