[Verse 1: La Chat]
A ho I will never be
That shit does not phase me
The L, to the A to the C, to the H, to the A, motherfuckin', T
La Chat is my fuckin' name, pimpin' and playin' is my fuckin' game
And, ho, I got the knowledge and the brains on how to cake a man
The Gat always in my sack, the nine always in my hand
A trigger, n***a, bitch is what I am, don't you understand?
Silly sissy hoes with ana'
Gonna make La Chat have to get scandalous
Bitches tryna ruin my rep, you best believe you'll pay for this
Identifyin' me as a ho, is like diggin' a hole for your grave
I put the nine Glock to your head and watch your bitch ass pray
Bring it on and school with me, these hoes with animosity
I'm takin' out all you bitches, leavin' no witness at the scenery
Never slippin', always pimpin', always about that fuckin' cheese
Jealousy, never me, I'm tellin' these hoes, bitch, please
Sucker, busters, fuckers, tryna run they game — not on La Chat
Game is lame 'cause when you fuck up, bitch, your body that I clapped

[Chorus: Tommy Wright & La Chat]
A ho I will never be
A gangster, I'll forever be

[Verse 2: Tommy Wright III]
Gangsta for life, creep at nights, Tommy Wright
Hollow tips as we grip let it rip in your fuckin' face
Mind of a lunatic, crucifix on a bitch
Once I leave early, my son come inside my place
Tommy keep snatchin' up purses and orderin' hearses for busters that come empty handed
No love with a nine to your skull
And I still come equip with full clips, Tommy known to be deadly
Scandalous, candle lit, as I'm commencin' to summon the spirits I talk too while sleepin', I'm creepin' knee deep in a puddle of blood
I caliggy first shootin' punks who disrespect
Sendin' out round after round, like the 4th of July
Do or die .45 at your temple, your life done refuse in a bucket, so fuck it, you stuck with a villain and killer, to yourself to a n***a like Tommy Wright
Fulla lead, bloodshed, leave a n***a in his deathbed scared
Gangfight, came right, make a n***a hang tight, lay and die
Ship him, then crypt him like, stay in fright
As I creep, finna get paid, tearin' up shit like a renegade
Lookin' like there been a raid, campin', kidnap a prankster
Lock him in the trunk, don't resist or your bitch-ass get sprayed
In the face with a buckshot, hot bullets penetrate
Demonstrate, Tommy Wright don't play
Shells, poppin' from the gun 'cause my Uzi weigh a ton, make it look like you on your menstruation
Get your cap blown out your mouth with a .30-06
Soundin' like a fuckin' cannon when it hit
La Chat, tell these sons of bitches, who be creepin' on them, tell these motherfuckers, what the fuck you creepin' with
[Verse 3: La Chat]
I'm creepin' up on these hoes with the motherfuckin' shotgun
My n***a with the nine, showin' these bitches they can't get none
Whoopin' and dumpin' and stompin' and doggin' these bitches with animosity
Dippin' and cakin' and breakin' these n***as 'cause these hoes can't fuck wit me
La Chat got the gat, creepin' up from the back
Chrome tone now it's on, never love a n***a joan
'Cause I'ma crazy bitch, cuttin' off n***as dicks
Man ho take a lick, n***as gotta keep me rich
Bitches be runnin' they mouth about this female
They don't know about, suckers keep talkin' that shit
I'm puttin' these punk-ass n***as on the house

[Chorus: Tommy Wright III & La Chat]
A ho I will never be, a gangster I'll forever be
A ho I will never be
But a gangster I'll always be
Ho, never, gangster, forever
A ho I will never be, a gangster I'll forever be
Ho, never, gangster, forever
A ho I will never be
But a gangster I'll always be
Ho, never, gangster, forever
A ho I will never be, a gangster I'll forever be
Ho, never, gangster, forever
Ho, never, gangster, forever
Ho, never, gangster, forever
Ho, never, gangster, forever
Ho, never, gangster, forever
Ho, never, gangster, forever
Ho, never, gangster, forever
[Verse 4: Playa Fly]
Buster get so dazed and amazed there's Lil' Fly's chance
Memories of smoked out, loced out, funked out as them demons dance
Players lookin' wild, so high style, Devil's in me, so
Fly can get so violent but so silent when I'm on that blow
Enhance my skill, make me trill, trill enough to kill at will
Will I kill you? Fly will peel you
Off the map that's all so real, don't you mothersuckers often wonder, what to call this shit?
Buster claimin' Mystic Stylez, Lil' Fly call it player shit
Pimpin' Ville, Player Ville, Funkytown's been down to kill
You can call it Junkytown, consequence your crown we peel
Any ho will never be, anyway so clean to me
Gangster type, it's Tommy three and four, see ever down with me