Paroles de la chanson Gz par JID
Paroles de la chanson Gz par JID
Uh
Look, uh
Look
Dog, uh
They say you thugged out, gangsta, gangsta
Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous
Dranked and drugged out, anxious, ain't you?
Banged up, banger (Look at this)
Tell them bitches stop playin' with us (Uh, look)
I feel the anger, all way down to my ankles (Yeah)
Tryna keep ahead, so yeah, I keep one in the chamber (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Puttin' shit to bed, we all blessed, fed and thankful (Yeah)
Look, uh
Look
Dog, uh
They say you thugged out, gangsta, gangsta
Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous
Dranked and drugged out, anxious, ain't you?
Banged up, banger (Look at this)
Tell them bitches stop playin' with us (Uh, look)
I feel the anger, all way down to my ankles (Yeah)
Tryna keep ahead, so yeah, I keep one in the chamber (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Puttin' shit to bed, we all blessed, fed and thankful (Yeah)
Puttin' shit to bed, he bled tears, shed, painful
It's goin' to my head, don't let that picture that they paint you in reflection turn deception in your brain
You want respect? Then give the same (Uh)
Dealin' with some real shit, they fakin' beef, we creating
Call it competition, feel more like it's class participation
Get the gloves out, banger, banger
It ain't no love down south, memories painful
My partner got the plug down south, Cartagena
Flew to Colombia, work muchos buenos
Shawty, you too thugged out (Gangsta, gangsta)
Nah, fuck it, they say you too tough
Exterior black, ugly and rough (Yeah)
Inferior to shirt and ties, a suit with the tux (Uh)
It's goin' to my head, don't let that picture that they paint you in reflection turn deception in your brain
You want respect? Then give the same (Uh)
Dealin' with some real shit, they fakin' beef, we creating
Call it competition, feel more like it's class participation
Get the gloves out, banger, banger
It ain't no love down south, memories painful
My partner got the plug down south, Cartagena
Flew to Colombia, work muchos buenos
Shawty, you too thugged out (Gangsta, gangsta)
Nah, fuck it, they say you too tough
Exterior black, ugly and rough (Yeah)
Inferior to shirt and ties, a suit with the tux (Uh)
Temperature, fuck it, he sick and tired, he turned shit up
Bad wires, but not a bad guy
You know how Black lives (Don't) matter
We see the data and the pattern apply
Don't feel pity, throw a party, nigga, pass me the mic
I be thinkin' maybe Martin was wrong, Malcolm was right
Fuck it, we thugged out, gangsta, gangsta
Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous
Dranked and drugged out, anxious, ain't you?
Banged up, banger
Tell them bitches stop playin' with us
Gangsta, gangsta (Gangsta)
Gangsta, gangsta
Bad wires, but not a bad guy
You know how Black lives (Don't) matter
We see the data and the pattern apply
Don't feel pity, throw a party, nigga, pass me the mic
I be thinkin' maybe Martin was wrong, Malcolm was right
Fuck it, we thugged out, gangsta, gangsta
Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous
Dranked and drugged out, anxious, ain't you?
Banged up, banger
Tell them bitches stop playin' with us
Gangsta, gangsta (Gangsta)
Gangsta, gangsta
Uh, look, yeah
I left the flame, to hit the game but had to park on the deck
Took everything from out the whip besides the change and the stick
It's hella dark, you can't see shit behind this ten percent tint
I should get five percent tint, I been on all kinds of mischief
Probably when I'm ridin' through the city
Cops think I'm ridin' around to get it
Like I'm Tity, tryna get money, 'cause the economy is shitty
Mind your business, write up the ticket while I'm windin' up the window
Saints and Falcons, rivalry weekend and this time, we gotta win it
I left the flame, to hit the game but had to park on the deck
Took everything from out the whip besides the change and the stick
It's hella dark, you can't see shit behind this ten percent tint
I should get five percent tint, I been on all kinds of mischief
Probably when I'm ridin' through the city
Cops think I'm ridin' around to get it
Like I'm Tity, tryna get money, 'cause the economy is shitty
Mind your business, write up the ticket while I'm windin' up the window
Saints and Falcons, rivalry weekend and this time, we gotta win it
You know I'm all about the business
Back then took MARTA out to Kensington
Then got my Jordan's out the flea market, just got started reminiscin'
'Bout all them cards we tried to crack
Smash it, them doors we used to kick
Jack shit, we was sleepin' on the floors, way more important to the script
In another series of events, lot of shit, it be very unfortunate
Like I mentioned, we at the game finna go, and I'm feelin' a sudden suspense
I get in my car, see some glass by the door, and I'm like, "What the fuck is this?"
I knew what it was, the stadium right in the hood and my window was busted
Now I feel all the blood, it's rushin'
Take a second, a minute, adjustment
Back then took MARTA out to Kensington
Then got my Jordan's out the flea market, just got started reminiscin'
'Bout all them cards we tried to crack
Smash it, them doors we used to kick
Jack shit, we was sleepin' on the floors, way more important to the script
In another series of events, lot of shit, it be very unfortunate
Like I mentioned, we at the game finna go, and I'm feelin' a sudden suspense
I get in my car, see some glass by the door, and I'm like, "What the fuck is this?"
I knew what it was, the stadium right in the hood and my window was busted
Now I feel all the blood, it's rushin'
Take a second, a minute, adjustment
Had a couple things, but if they ain't found my banger, they ain't really get nothin' (Come on, bruh)
Man, goddamn, you little niggas took everything
From the spare tires, to the spare change
The insurance papers and some blunt spray
What the fuck would they want with that anyway?
But we in Atlanta, you could see the channels, man, that shit gon' happen every, any day
Might not see bandanas, but he squeeze the hammer like John Henry tryna beat the train
Havin' fun with it, bunch of young niggas tryna feel numb to the pain
I ain't trippin' 'cause I know who responsible, it's the motherfuckers that be claimin' that
We too thugged out, gangsta, gangsta
Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous
Man, goddamn, you little niggas took everything
From the spare tires, to the spare change
The insurance papers and some blunt spray
What the fuck would they want with that anyway?
But we in Atlanta, you could see the channels, man, that shit gon' happen every, any day
Might not see bandanas, but he squeeze the hammer like John Henry tryna beat the train
Havin' fun with it, bunch of young niggas tryna feel numb to the pain
I ain't trippin' 'cause I know who responsible, it's the motherfuckers that be claimin' that
We too thugged out, gangsta, gangsta
Everybody bugged out, armed and dangerous
Dranked and drugged out, anxious, ain't you?
Banged up, banger
Tell them bitches stop playin' with us (Uh, fuck)
Gangsta, gangsta (Gangsta)
Gangsta, gangsta
Haha
Banged up, banger
Tell them bitches stop playin' with us (Uh, fuck)
Gangsta, gangsta (Gangsta)
Gangsta, gangsta
Haha
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