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letra de gangstas - pop smoke

[intro]
(cashmoneyap)
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)
i’m just of this annoyin’ sh-t n-gga (gangsters)
(swerve)
i don’t want none of that extra loud sh-t
or sing anything 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, i’m the
f-ckin’ voice of the streets, man
it’s like jesus walkin’ (oozin’ automatics)
more christopher walking, eh (i be in the streets with the apes)
y’all know what’s up (thirty on the stove)
with them racks, we don’t wanna hear nothin’ ’bout it
free all my n-ggas, feel the streets

[chorus]
i be in new york with the gangsters
know a n-gga will shoot you for a tender (tender, grrt)
if my opps chillin’ in the foreign (bah)
then my n-ggas shootin’ up the phantom (bah)
i be in new york with the gangsters (woo)
know a n-gga that’ll shoot you for a tender (bah)
if my opps chillin’ in the foreign (lackin’ ass n-ggas)
then my n-ggas shootin’ up the phantom (grrt)
[verse]
44. got a kit pack (bah)
cl!ck-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 block list (glock b-tch)
n-ggas talkin’ ’bout they guns (guns)
but never shot sh-t (cap)
cameras on with a cap on it, only hold one with a chopstick (p-ssy)
one done then 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)
i take ginger ale on any day, eased up on the cème brûlée (hahaha)
38’s on the block (block), a n-gga won’t hesitate (bah)
i done moved these b-tches up (move up), ’cause they was in the way
i wouldn’t want them make a shot by any means

[chorus]
i be in new york with the gangsters (i’m what’s up)
know a n-gga will shoot you for a tender (tender, 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 will shoot you for a tender (bah)
if my opps chillin’ in the foreign (lackin’ ass n-ggas)
then my n-ggas shootin’ up the phantom (grrt)

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