[Lyrics] Young Thug – Gangster Shit Lyrics

Lyrics
Did you pray today? Did you pray today?
I could dick you down on some gangster shit (did you pray today?)
I could put you down on the gangster shit
I could put you down with some gangster shit
Did you pray today? Did you have a baby?
You got ventilation (ooh)
Her sex is amazin’, she like penetratin’
I’ll leave that pussy achin’ (thugger)
I was bangin’, servin’ rocks inside my classes
Big pimpin’, you can send or just fax it (bitch)
I was fresh every day like it was my last
These politics, they’re tryna lock me out and latch it (ha)
These politics, they’re tryna block me, but I’m savage (yeah)
For every bitch that tried to diss me, I’m not average (ha)
I told my ma, “I want some green, ain’t talkin’ cabbage”
These bitches backstabbin’ and these niggas done turned to addicts
They ridin’ ’round geeked up out they mind (geeked up out they mind)
Soon as they come down, ain’t got a fuckin’ dime (ooh)
Where that nigga that raised you? That’s a whole ‘nother story (ha)
Her nigga’s diamonds like glaciers, seven rings on me like Horry (racks)
I flood my wifey with them VVs and that CC (that CC, yeah)
I swear to God I’ve been so fresh ever since little league
My old lady know all these girls are tryna steal me (steal, yeah)
Check out my diamonds, I’ma shine until they feel me (yeah, yeah)
They put them teeth inside my mouth and then she healed me (yeah, yeah)
All these pussy niggas really small, little league (woah, woah)
Yeah, she put that pussy on my log, ooh-wee
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah)
I could dick you down on some gangster shit (dick you down)
I could dick you down on some gangster shit (I can dick you down)
I could put you down on some gangster shit (do what?)
I could have you ridin’ ’round with gangsters, shit (skrrt, skrrt)
I could talk to Taz, she’s a gangster bitch (what? What?)
I can talk to Ralo, he a gangster nigga (yeah)
Yeah, I done popped the top, that’s a gangster lit
Six hundred fifty thou’, that’s a gangster lick
Runnin’ circles on these niggas (who? Fuck niggas)
Drinkin’ color purple, on these niggas
Ayy, I’ma take off runnin’ on these bitches (woo, skeeted)
When hungry, I fill up my tummy with these riches (woop, woop, woop)
When I’m servin’ you, homie (when I’m servin’ you)
Gotta keep the tool on me (gotta keep the tool)
Her booty lookin’ plummy, plummy (plummy, woah, woah)
These lil’ niggas lookin’ bummy, bummy (yeah, that’s a fact)
If I say, “Come on, ” you know she comin’, comin’ (get the fuck back)
OG Kush, it’s smellin’ like a junkie, junkie (oh my God, racks)
These fuck niggas, they gave up all my drugs (fuck niggas, they bitches)
They’ll have you lookin’ like a man in debt (you see I’m out here)
I could dick you down on some gangster shit (dick you down)
I could dick you down on some gangster shit (I can dick you down)
I could put you down on some gangster shit (do what?)
I could have you ridin’ ’round with gangsters, shit (skrrt, skrrt)
I could talk to Taz, she’s a gangster bitch (what? What?)
I can talk to Ralo, he a gangster nigga (yeah)
Yeah, I done popped the top, that’s a gangster lit
Six hundred fifty thou’, that’s a gangster lick