[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
Gangsta shit, gangsta shit
N***as keep talking all this gangsta shit
You never did nothing n***a, n***a you ain’t seen shit
So why you keep talking all this gangsta shit
Gangsta shit, gangsta shit
N***as keep talking all this gangsta shit
Throw it out the window, n***a we ain’t tryna hear it
Glizzy keep on making all that gangsta shit

[Verse 1: Shy Glizzy]
Gangsta n***a, I need a gangsta bitch
30 in the glizzy, that’s a gangsta clip
Glizzy coming through here in a gangsta whip
I only speak to n***as with a gun on their hip
Rappers sneak dissing, still can’t get a deal
My whole team living, you don’t know how it feel
It’s either music murder or I’m going to jail
Sometimes I be like fuck this shit, let me get back in the field
My dogs with ski masks, know they hit and no they don’t just wear it
Bitch I brought my own scale, here you go, you can weigh it
I got bullets same size as a bitch n***a head
We hop out that [?] spread, that’s when we get to spraying

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
Gangsta shit, gangsta shit
N***as keep talking all this gangsta shit
You never did nothing n***a, n***a you ain’t seen shit
So why you keep talking all this gangsta shit
Gangsta shit, gangsta shit
N***as keep talking all this gangsta shit
Throw it out the window, n***a we ain’t tryna hear it
Glizzy keep on making all that gangsta shit
[Verse 2: Jeezy]
Gangsta n***a, move how the gangstas move
Want a crib like John Gotti with a gangsta pool
Penthouse in the city with a gangsta view
I mean that bitch all glass, bad bitch all ass
Sell that steel in the tape, now that’s a gangsta flip
Four on the backseat, now that’s a gangsta trip
Rolls Ghost, sky dwelling, now that’s gangsta n***a
Carbon rifle with the drum, that bitch will paint you n***a
Gangsta bitch about her business, why I be fucking with shawty
Plus I love my bro, bro that n***a keep that forty
Blue big face hundreds on your dog like fleas
Sitting on Italian leather, ordered this overseas
All my n***as in the pen or they dead
Had to pay for a couple funerals, sent some bread to the feds
Gave me a bag full of ones so I guess you want to play
It was rush hour traffic, I was busting broad day

[Chorus: Shy Glizzy]
Gangsta shit, gangsta shit
N***as keep talking all this gangsta shit
You never did nothing n***a, n***a you ain’t seen shit
So why you keep talking all this gangsta shit
Gangsta shit, gangsta shit
N***as keep talking all this gangsta shit
Throw it out the window, n***a we ain’t tryna hear it
Glizzy keep on making all that gangsta shit