Gangsta - Young Drummer Boy

I pull up on yo bitch like

I pull up on yo click like

My situations critical

I’m a simple individual

I’m only here to murder these records

And stack decimals

All these rappers are questionable

I won’t waste no breath

On these mothafuckn slimey hoes

Used to wear bummy clothes

Now I dress comfortable

Used to drive a bucket

But now I’m in a benz hoe

Money something I ain’t used to

So I act the same

Just like I used to

Bitch, why you acting like I knew you

You chillin' cause I’m poppin'

I see right through you

You carrying lies that I despise

And I only hope to see the day you realize…

I’m a gangsta (gangsta)

I pull up on yo bitch like

I pull up on yo bitch like

I’m a gangsta (gangsta)

I pull up on yo bitch like

I pull up on yo click like