Pop Smoke - Gangstas (Lyrics)
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Them n*ggas gotta hear what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout (Woo, woo)
(I be in New York)
Feel me, Lil' Z? (I be in New York with the gangsters)
On your set with some real shit, n*gga (Gangsters)
(Swirv)
I don't want none of that extra loud shit
This ain't none of that rainbow hair shit
Know what I'm sayin'? (I be in New York with the gangsters)
This the real streets shit, yeah, n*gga
(I be in New York with the gangsters)
Fuckin' voice of the streets, man
It's like Jesus walkin' (Woozin' automatics)
More like Christopher Walking, man (I be with the straights and the apes)
Y'all know what's up (Talkin' stone to stone)
(Bringin' bags, we don't wanna hear nothin' 'bout it)
(Free all my n*ggas, free all the streets)

[Chorus]
I be in New York with the gangsters
Know a n*gga that'll shoot you for a 'tander (Grrt)
If my opps is 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 that'll shoot you for a 'tander (Bah)
If my opps is chillin' in the foreign (You lackin' ass n*ggas)
Then my n*ggas shootin' up the Phantom (Grrt)

[Verse]
.44 got a kickback (Bah)
Click-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 (Pussy)
Pop Smoke on top (Haha)
N*ggas mad as fuck (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 blocked list (Blocked, bitch)
N*ggas talkin' 'bout they guns (Guns), but never shot shit (Cap)
Might as well put a cap on it, all over with a chopstick (Pussy)
Run up and I'm brandin' them, take a n*gga shoppin' (Bitch)
Reach and I'm branchin' it 'cause I don't know who watchin' (I'm on point)
It's a Ginger Ale and Henny day, eased up on the crème brûlée (Hahaha)
38's on the block (Block), a n*gga won't hesitate (Bah)
Had to move these bitches up (Move up) 'cause they was in the way
I wouldn't want them to get shot by an enemy

[Chorus]
I be in New York with the gangsters (And what's up?)
Know a n*gga that'll shoot you for a 'tander (Tander, grrt)
If my opps is 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 that'll shoot you for a 'tander (Bah)
If my opps is chillin' in the foreign (You lackin' ass n*ggas)
Then my n*ggas shootin' up the Phantom (Grrt)

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