Текст песни 4 The Gangsters - SAINt JHN

Money don't hide from the gangsters
Pussy don't hide from the gangsters
Luck it don't hide from the gangsters
No switching sides for the gangsters
No switching sides for the gangsters
No switching sides for the gangsters

Let's raise a glass to the gangsters
Benzeys gon' crash for the gangsters
Went from the trap to the mansions
Don't come too close I get anxious
Bithces gon' clap for the gangsters
Hermes is Gap for the gangsters
She spun the pole like an angel

I fell in love with a dancer
She held my gun its romantic
This life ain't no second chances
Cutting off parts of the cancers
We need a plaque for the gangsters

Let's slip and slide for a goal like me ok
I've been running through the streets like this all day
In a four wheeler crazy baby
Two wheels I ride it

Money don't hide from the gangsters
Pussy don't hide from the gangsters
Luck it don't hide from the gangsters
No switching sides for the gangsters
No switching sides for the gangsters
No switching sides for the gangsters

Festival Season!

Woah Woah
The pussy got a margarita flavor I'm drunk
I popped the Rari out in Chattanooga where she from
Her mother told me I'm the best boyfriend she had
My niggas said the ops wiped the snot off her dad
A million in his stash
The money in his bag
She never had a big dick nigga she on my lap
I throw some money in the air please do not count
That's light bail money for a rich nigga house

Look I'm racist I like a White bitch for some head
I'm racist I need a Black bitch for some ass
I'm racist I need a Asian bitch for the math
I'm racist cause I don't see no color when you bad

Abrasive cuz Imma send them niggas there to crash
The plaintiff but how you bout to talk through the mask
Complacent you lazy and running up a tab
You brazy this Rari just some old shit that I had
You basic but maybe I'll buy your bitch a bag
I'm spiteful I'm bout to fuck a friend and make him mad
I'm spiteful I might just fuck his bitch then shake his hand
I'm craving the same twin sisters that I had

Woah woah
The pussy got a margarita flavor I'm drunk
I popped the Rari out in Chattanooga where she from
Her mother told me I'm the best boyfriend she had
My niggas said the ops wiped the snot off her dad
A million in his stash
The money in his bag
She never had a big dick nigga she on my lap
I throw some money in the air please do not count
That's light bail money for a rich nigga house

When this motherfucker drops
You forget everything you fucking knew before it