paroles de chanson Gangsta out - YungTrel

I been counting money
Fucking hoes niggas know what I be on
My cousin got locked up man I can't wait for Tez to make it home
I been warming up my glock can't wait to put it in your dome
I'm really like that mane my music bring your gangster out

My music make you bitches twerk
My voice it make you bitches wet
She claim that she love me
How we really just fucking met
Just like KD from Brooklyn you know that ima ball for the nets
I dunk on you bitches I feel like Westbrook from 17
I don't even smoke my piss come out clean
I'm cold with the sticks like my first name is stone
You say that you thugging little nigga you wrong
Ima street nigga
Sports ain't for me
Had that boy running
Found him in a tree
A thick white bitch she felt like a sheep
I'm OCD I got to stay neat

I been counting money
Fucking hoes niggas know what I be on
My cousin got locked up man I can't wait for Tez to make it home
I been warming up my glock can't wait to put it in your dome
I'm really like that mane my music bring your gangster out

I hate niggas that chase for clout
Can't stand niggas who run their mouth
You claim you got motion little nigga you don't
Put my name in a song got a band that you won't
A Humboldt little bitch
She sent me the drop
A glock in my pants in case it's a set up
I'm always lacking why don't I get shot
I ain't fucking that hoe you know she a thot

I been counting money
Fucking hoes niggas know what I be on
My cousin got locked up man I can't wait for Tez to make it home
I been warming up my glock can't wait to put it in your dome
I'm really like that mane my music bring your gangster out