Gangster 101 - Wiz Khalifa, King Los

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah

Anywhere that we go they know us

I keep some KK in the plane rolled up

Shawty say that I’m a gangsta, so what?

If shawty say that I’m a gangsta, so what?

I do my thing, 100k to show up

Keep Bombay and lemonade in my cup

If shawty say that I’m a gangsta, so what?

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Shawty say that I’m a gangsta, so what?

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Called some friends, told her call some friends

Pour some juice and Gin

We go in, we be going in

We don’t know the end

Pour some Gin, she want some more Henn

I’m late for level ten

Love again, never love again, never love again

Niggas talk, they don’t really mean it cause it’s all for fame

Look at me, look into my eyes, I been through some pain

Lost some change, then bounced back again

Gave some niggas game, y’all some lames, y’all some lames

Y’all some, y’all some lames

I’m just counting up this money, rolling up a plane

Niggas in my lane, so I’m focused on some other things

When you a boss in the game you show hella patience

Niggas going on your page, don’t know where the bank is

She keep blowing up my phone, said she wanna play

Spent one night at my crib, say she wanna stay

I do what I want to, say what I wanna say

I been hustlin', hustlin', I been hustlin'

Anywhere that we go they know us

I keep some KK in the plane rolled up

Shawty say that I’m a gangsta, so what?

If shawty say that I’m a gangsta, so what?

I do my thing, 100k to show up

Keep Bombay and lemonade in my cup

If shawty say that I’m a gangsta, so what?

Shawty say that I’m a gangsta, so what?

(Yeah, yeah, I shouldn’t have hit that KK)

Oh, shit, hold up, hold up, bro I’m focused

Roll up, blow and choke it

Water don’t approach us

Fucked the hoe with magic, call it hocus pocus

Los the dopest spoken, flow and stroke the coldest

Stroked the hoe and told her, «Woah, woah, woah catch it all»

Like Pokemon then poke the poke to free 'em

Hokey Pokey, put your left foot in

I put the effort in, no don’t eff with them

I chef with the same shit I’m left with

Cooking with the left, boy, I’m Stephen

Wicked with the right like I’m Leftwich

Spit it to a dyke, get the leverage

Kick it for a night, that’s the blessin'

Might hit it twice if I’m guessin'

She’ll probably bring her wife to the session

Bitch on wood like Spike at the Knick game

Nice with the dick game, slurp game, twerk game

Pipe in a chick frame, twenty-four seven

More money, more blessings

I ain’t got fifty cents for the bitch

I don’t ask her twenty-one questions

My nigga’s flip yayo, I just put the bucks in the bank

Keep it G with the niggas 'round the way though

You knit that together, you get that

You chit-chat too much, you’re a bitch ass nigga

A big ass bitch, that’s a BBW

I’m a eighties baby, that’s BB’s on BMW’s

You PMS cause you BS, I serve niggas like UPS

The groupies sweat the coupe

The Gucci sweats, the retro sneaks

The groove too fresh, the proven best

The cool respect the cool

So who are you, the spectical

The new special dude, the next to rule

The extra ruse, I’m extra rude

My ex could prove that I had to make an extra move now…

Anywhere that we go they know us

I keep some KK in the plane rolled up

Shawty say that I’m a gangsta, so what?

If shawty say that I’m a gangsta, so what?

I do my thing, 100k to show up

Keep Bombay and lemonade in my cup

If shawty say that I’m a gangsta, so what?

Shawty say that I’m a gangsta, so what?