Gangsta chords and lyrics - Z-RO

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[Verse 1]
[Dm]SK, Sha, b[F]out time y[Dm]ou l[Em]et
these niggas know
What you really [Asus4]bout,
[Dm]know [F]I'm[Em] say[Dm]ing
It's Slow Loud And Bangin',
all these mark as[Em]s niggas
We bringing [Am]the [F]real[Dm] back,
street shit
Gangsta shit,
fin to put [F]you hoes in your place
[Dm]A pa[Em]ir of fresh pressed Kh[Am]akis,
and [F]Chucks will do [Dm]me fine
I provide promethazyne, so
please [Em]pour out that whine
But [Dm]don't waste it on my new shoes[F]trings,
bitch I bang
My bold laces, match [Dm]the same color
[Em]of my flag that hangs (damn)
I stay G to the [Dm]T, E to the B
[Em]H to[Dm] the C,
the [F]streets [Dm]raised [Em]me properly[Am][Dm]
Block monopoly,
always some [F]shit in the block
[Em]Cali building got [Am]naughty,
[Em]knoc[Dm]ked off Big Glock
[F]Had to [Dm]call [Em]up Reese[Dm]'s,
got guns to dock
He done called his [F]connect,
and [Dm]picked [Em]up a ne[Am]w sto[Dm]ck
[F]These [Dm]broke ass niggas,
ain't [F]nothing but peasants
Wrap [Dm]a nigga ass u[Em]p,
like Christmas presents
These [Am]nig [Dm]gas ain't G's,
these niggas is wussies
[F]Get your [Em]lips off my dick,
and go [Am]eat you some [Dm]pussy[F]
[Dm]I ain't wo[F]rried bout
a bitch, she can [Dm]kiss my ass
[Em]The only time I come to fu[Am]ck,
[F]is [Dm]when I [F]can't get [Dm]cash
Keep [Em]your mind off mines,
and build [Am]up y[F]our [Dm]stash
[Em]All blunts rolled up,
[Asus4]endo in h[Am]ash[Dm][F][Dm][Em]
Out of a [Asus4]bitch ass[Dm] nig[Em]ga,[Dm]
I'll make a believer
[F]Have these niggas [Dm]catching [Em]bullets,
like wide receivers
[Am]Bitch [Dm]I hit a lick, bought
a Lac hit [Am]a switch
You can ask these niggas trick,
[F]S.L.A.B. [Dm]the s[Em]hit
Just because playas get chose,
you wan' grab your [Am]bitch
I bet nine out [Dm]of ten,
we can have the bitch
I never been a thug, till I graduated [Am]to one
[Dm]And never shot a s[Am]lug, till
I got my hands on a gun
These niggas [Em]be fraud an[Dm]d fake,
and ain't never been worthy
Got me feeling like [Em]Jordan,
dumping 23 in they jersey
I'm sick and I'm [Am]slick,
I run with [Dm]gang banger[F]s and jackers
[Dm]Frame plackers and bad actors, being
watched by them crackers
I'm running [Am]through plex with
plex, like I'm [Dm]Randy Moss
[Em]You run in my house,
your head I'm fin to be knocking it off
And fucking your [Am]spouse,
[Dm]with nuts running all in her mouth
That bitch'll get tossed,
like a drop top slab in the South
[F]God damn [Dm]cause here I go again,
[Em]cooking and flipping dope [Am]again
Ten bricks in the do' again, ready
to hit [Dm]the road again
Trae done just wrecked the flow [F]again,
lyric[Am]ally I'm a ass
I'm [F]sick of these roaching nig
[Dm]gas, trying to [Em]get inside of my stash
Bitch it ain't gon happen,
fuck rap[Am]ping cause I'ma get you
And have [Dm]your mama in church, word
for word reading scriptures
Don't let me [F]grab the chrome,
and break [Dm]up a happy [Em]home
Long as I'm [Am]getting my hustle [Dm]on,
ain't nothing wrong
Now all my music,
ain't just good wordplay
Listen real close,
niggas feel ery'thing I say
[F]Play it [Dm]smart,
[Em]you can get your days dark
[Dm]Them K's spark and break you apart,
nigga so [F]don't start
[Dm]You don't wanna end your
life, on a bad note
Get lost in gun smoke, niggas
better take notes
From neopacknol, you ain't
getting nothing back
Plus the new Cadillac,
22's under that
7- 1- 3, niggas better [Em]move out
Walk a straight line,
Yung Redd [Am]keep his tool out
[Dm]Yeah, it's not a game
know I'm saying
The world is crooked, my niggas is straight
[F]My [Dm]nigga[Em],
it's time to make [Am]this shit known
[Dm]S Du[F]b, V i[Dm]s finally
in the Screw [F]zone[Dm][Em]
It took a minute,
but you [G]know we had to [Dm]find [A]home
[Dm]Too many funny niggas,
acting [F]like they wasn't wrong
Jump [Dm]fly with [Em]a vulture,
get your brains blown
You Donny [Am]Brasco, me my
nigga [Dm]I'm Al Kapone
We take [Am]private [Dm]flights,
you niggas never leave home
Fifteen hundred,
plus [F]I gotta get [Dm]some thoed dome
I [Em]fuck's, with the S.U.Cizzy
Moving these tapes, with the B.U.Dizzy
Vulture [Dm]piece spin, until I O- Dizzy
A thoed mouthpiece,
[F]make [Dm]pimping so easy
[Em]Bat a hoe up,
like my nigga [Dm]named [F]Gee[Em]zy
[Dm]Repping the Dub, with S.L.A.Beezie
Joseph rain, I'm here to put black
eyes in [C]the game
Wouldn't [Dm]give a fuck about [C]rapping,
I'm a gangsta [F]you [Dm]know[Em] my name
Some [Am]people [F]cal[Dm]l me the [Am]crook[Dm]ed,[F]
[Dm]some [Em]people call me the Don
[Dm]Some people call me heartless,
cause if it's beef I'll [F]smoke your mo[Am]m's
And your papa and [Dm]your uncle [Em]Eddy,
nigga this war [Dm]for real
I [Em]suggest you go [Dm]get y[Am]our [F]people rea[C]dy,
cause I'ma [Em]slide by and [C]fuck a driveby
I'ma throw my shit in park,
and straight up hop[F]ping out
Sound [Dm]like applause in the street[Em]s,
all these Uzi shells dropping out
Fuck [Dm]with Mr. McVey, and diiiie
[F]Repping it [Am]like Southsive for live,
fo' liiife
I pistol [Dm]grip, with motherfuckers
at all times
[Em]Navy blue up in the Regal,
leaning to the [Am]left side[Dm]
2- wheeling down South McGregor, bending
corners in the [Em]Tre
No license or in[Am]surance,
[Dm]but I ain't legal anyway
Gon jump on the bun,
cause [Em]my warrant got a color
One love to Yukmouth, in [Am]uniting
[Dm]the ghettos we all gutter