Lyrics Dangerous Mind (feat. Gt Garza) - GT Garza , Young Drummer Boy

Bitch you know what I want (want)
Hunnits in the bag (bag)
All that shit you talkin' (talkin')
It just made me mad (mad)
So I'm aiming at your head boy (boy)
Hope you full of lead boy (boy)
You know what I said boy (boy)
Bitch you know what I want (want)
Hunnits in the bag (bag)
All that shit you talkin' (talkin')
It just made me mad (mad)
So I'm aiming at your head boy (boy)
Hope you full of lead boy (boy)
You know what I said boy (boy)
(Now drop)
You do not want me to press the issue
You already know I ain't fucking with you
If you were dead I would never miss you
And I hope that your homies are buried with you
You do not want to be enemies
Be happy I let you pretend to be
Yes I am something you'll never be
I'm one of the last of a dying breed
Yeah I'ma get the bag son
Hope that gets you mad son
I know about this street shit
It's all I ever had son
Shootouts in my front yard
Yeah I seen a lot of shit
I can tell you more about it
But bitch I never been a snitch
I can tell you been a bitch
You ain't really runnin' shit
All that money that you makin'
Never got your [?]
So I'm comin' at your neck
And I'm comin' with the team
You don't really want no problems with me homie
This is something I can bet
Bitch you know what I want (want)
Hunnits in the bag (bag)
All that shit you talkin' (talkin')
It just made me mad (mad)
So I'm aiming at your head boy (boy)
Hope you full of lead boy (boy)
You know what I said boy (boy)
Bitch you know what I want (want)
Hunnits in the bag (bag)
All that shit you talkin' (talkin')
It just made me mad (mad)
So I'm aiming at your head boy (boy)
Hope you full of lead boy (boy)
You know what I said boy (boy)
(Now Drop)
Now who is this?
Ain't you know?
What the fuck is
Said you runnin' with the mob
But you ain't never with the game
I ain't never met your people
Rest in peace my grandpa Chico
They tried to hit us with the rico
Cuz they know that I'll
Look
Cuz they heard that it was snowing
Tried to peep out where I'm goin'
I ain't really good with faces
I don't trust them, I don't know them
Hundreds on me so my plan straight
Candy drippin' on my landscape
You ain't rockin' with the fame homie
Dawg please don't at me for a handshake
Look, disappearing in a glass house
In my city I'm a
Stack paper till I build a cash house
Staying counted up until I pass out
From the hood out to a big screen
Same dreams when I was sixteen
Well connected on the west side
And I'm only riding if the whip clean
Bitch you know what I want (want)
Hunnits in the bag (bag)
All that shit you talkin' (talkin')
It just made me mad (mad)
So I'm aiming at your head boy (boy)
Hope you full of lead boy (boy)
You know what I said boy (boy)
Bitch you know what I want (want)
Hunnits in the bag (bag)
All that shit you talkin' (talkin')
It just made me mad (mad)
So I'm aiming at your head boy (boy)
Hope you full of lead boy (boy)
You know what I said boy (boy)
(Now Drop)