Megaski - Gangsta Thoughts lyrics

Mmm, Mmm, Mm Mm Mm Mm
Woahhh, Ohh Naw Naw Naw Naw Naw Naw Naw Naw
Hmmm, Naw Naw aww Naw Naw Naw Naw
Mm Mm, Sticks We Got Alot Of Them!

Sticks, We Got A-lot Of Them (Ya Ya)
When I Pop Out Bet This B Don't
Jam yeah We Got Them Fye Guns (Woah Woah)
What I Said I Swear I Meant It
You're Better Off Letting It Be Bygones
(Ya On God)
Try To Snake I Make These Bullets
Wrap Around You Like A Python
(Don't Come Around) undercover Smoke
Bet I Get It Out You Like A Siphon
I Show Face, they Tuck Their Tail But On
IG They Act Like Rivals (Ya Ya Ya)
Tried To Tell Ya'll Im A Fighter
I Was Raised Up On Survival (Woaahh)
Thеy Lookin At My Shoes They Dreaming NA
You Can Walk A Milе In Them (Woaahh)


Got On Christian Loub's & Some Black Denim
I Ain't Never Hid When It
Was Beef NA Im Outside (Im Outside)
Probably Creepin Through Your Hood In My
Daily Driver Wit My Glock 9 (Wit My Glock)
See Him? Get Him he Was Talking
His S But Ima Pop Mine (POP IT)
Always Been On Go But I See
Red Just Like A Stop Sign (Stop Sign)
He Said He Was Gangster
Ima Peep Him When I See Him
(Ima Peep That NA)
Ima Grab This Big A Stick
Ima Shoot Above The Rim
(Shoot Above The Rim)
Oh He Posts His Partner Guns
I Wouldn't Want To Be Him
(Wouldn't Want To Be Him)
I Can Get Disrespectful I Can
F All On Your BM (All On Yo BM)
Might As Well Call Me Swiper Im
Bound To Take Your Glock (I'll Take Your S)
Im Recording Where These NA Be At
Im Still Screaming F My Opps (F My Opps)
Hope You Don't Think Its Sweet I'll
Walk Him Down In My Crocs
(Walk Him Down In My Crocs)
I'll Make That Chopper Chop Him Then
I'll Put Him In A Box (Put Him In A Box)

Gangster Thoughts
But I Still Walk Around With
A Smile On My Face (Woahh)
Better Hope This Ain't Your Day (Woahh)
I'll Load Up, Spin Him With The Drac (Woahh)
Let That Chopper Eat His Face (Woahh)
Better Carry On And Have You A Good Day
(F NA On GD) but Any Way

Im Still On My S, I Still Been Getting Money
You Better Not Try To Touch It I'll
F Around And Get To Dumping
Damn, I Been On My Crazy S
I'll Carve Him Like A Pumpkin
F Around Kick A NA Door Down &
Wrap His Family Up Like A Mummy
Damn, You The Same NA That
Was Telling To Your Momma
Now You Out Here Acting Gangsta You
Got Guns But You Ain't Gunning
Bow Bow, Man Down
They Be Hiding They Be Running
Yeah Them NA Act Tough
They Be Fake And I Don't Stunt Them
Can't Bunny Ears Me
I Don't Leave The House Without My Thumper
Pull That 9 Right Off My Waist And
Make Your Heart Drop To Your Stomach
F What You Throw Up I Bet
This Blackout Make You Vomit
You Better Clean Up Your Act Before
I Hit You Wit This Comet
Oh They Thought It Was A Track Meet I
Got My Glock B I Ain't Running
They Be Seeing All These Hundreds It Give
Them A Vision Of How Im Coming
I Might Be The One To Take And Slay
A H & They Can't Stomach That
Rolling On The Highway Push My
V6 Like A Scat Pack big Worm Time
I Slide Up Like "Where My Money At?"
Oh He Ain't Like That But I
Can't Get Your Money Back
Swapping Blicks Just For Pics
Yea We Don't Do None Of That
My Glock Ain't Got No Safety
Bullets Tackle Him No Running Back

I Been Having Gangsta Thoughts
Alot Of S Been On My Mind
I Wanna Spin Again But I Gotta
Stay Up On My Grind
Why They Say They Real And
They Always End Up Lying?
I Been In My Feelings But
I Promise Ima Be Fine