PNTHN – ​Gangsta Boo lyrics

[Verse 1: okir]
Based God with the cooking stance and yo looking ass off of 2 of them
Drunk bitch got the uber sent and yo weed booty with the dookie stench
Lynch Mob you can hang around but I'm coming by so you dipping out
Slipping thinking bout them bitches boy you should settle down ain't what pimping bout
Calling up on my old phone I done switched over got my bitch rolling
I'm for real sober but I'm still folded
And I didn't know it I invent the culture
I'm the missing token or the puzzle fuck it got my hustle going I'm a junkie but that shit was funky came up outta nothing
They was on to something they was on to something (Mosh)

[Verse 2: yd]
I'ma get courtside
Nigga what's gud
Got my ex talkin shit
Addin fire to the wood
Ima come straight wit it
Wit da whole crew same click
Niggas ain't Ken
But dey asking for my two cents
Got my new boo
She uh G
On dat gang shit
While dey chargin me da fees
I'm chargin jus for feat so
If ya nigga talkin all dat shit jus let em kno
I got my niggas riddin wit me
Try ta pull upp too the show bitc

[Verse 3: Tone Tone]
Stupid bitch you with the house of gods
Don't play with me get knocked off
Of the top
Yo mob get clocked out
That desk job speak a lot son
Took my bitch to the court house
For our first date that's real shit
I fucked her good 'for my jury came
I bust a nut then plea the 5th
Beat the pussy leave it need a stitch
It's god bitch you ain't heard of me
Christian murder ring
Anniversary admission fees pay for surgery
I'm the god of war
Scumbags and we all around
Spliff rolling then we gun em down
Who you fucking with
Tell a label rep they can suck me now

[Verse 4: Kenny Casanova]
Said slide lil bitch
Outside in the whip I can't drift
Skrr bang johnny dang give u chills
All my pain made the gain bleed thru speakers
If you don't fuck w my words u not evil
God damn
Feed da bank
Don't spam me
Nigga thank
I might have it under table
I'm real ratchet wit tha clank
I make moves under my breath
Ho my mood on novacane
I take spliffs until my death
Ain no friends outside my gang

[Verse 5: twohorizonra]
What’s happenin’
My faction subtracting
Division of action
To get a reaction
Wit this get shit poppin’
Result body droppin’
Rehearse in a coffin’
I bought off of dodgin’ the point my design been at points my demise
Game over bitch pay the cost for 3 lives
Living legend been in second disguise
Now I’m dead set on passin’
This eulogy thrashin’
Bitch we the gods when I say that shit
Give respect
Don’t wage no sin
Needless to say
Got a mouth full of wit
Get popped like a zit
Lil starstruck bitch
Aye
Make hits never lost
Never quit
Body tossed in the mist if you talk in the midst
Imma ball on ya bitch
If you talkin’ that shit
Get it on you get flipped
Then I’m gone in the whip