Future, Gucci Mane - Die a Gangsta lyrics

Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn

[Future, Gucci Mane - Die a Gangsta lyrics]

Better hope you die a gangster, gangster
Gangsta super, out of here, yeah

I hope you die a gangster
I hope you plan on game
There's too much blood on these fingers
Send out a headshot
Put them O's in an asshole
I'm running on X pills, I'm out of control
I'm running on X pills, I'm out of control
What you do with my neck piece? Woah
What you do with my neck piece? Woah
What you do with my neck piece? Woah

I had to do my thing, I do my thing
I spread my wings for Myesha, for Myesha
I had a crush when you was real
We eat Benihanas for breakfast
We got a chef at the crib
We got a semi auto, you the desperado
This a motherfuckin' trip

Man I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off
Somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told
Me that these niggas, they ain't real
Man I flew off on the scene
I had 300 in the whip, yeah
You can't even understand why
They glorify my drip, yeah

60 K on sip, 100 rounds in the clip
Somebody playin', they got spilt
Went I hit the set you better dip
Spit the block with the AK
I heard everything got flipped
In one hour smoked a zip
It took me one hour, she got drip
Gram of kush in a leaf
Told you niggas I'm a beast
If you try your luck, it ain't sweet
I'ma put these niggas right beneath me
I make my way throughout the East
My plug 10 with the molly
I put your main in the knotty
I double barrel with the shotty
You pump fakin' with some riders
You lucky they ain't hit your mama
A lot of pain in my body
Got me smokin' marijuana
Pluto, been inside the trenches
Pluto, get a nigga whacked
Pluto, took a nigga ho
Pluto running through the racks

I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
Man I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off
Somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told
Me that these niggas, they ain't real
Man I flew off on the scene
I had 300 in the whip, yeah
You can't even understand why
They glorify my drip, yeah

Just got a Black Card just
To go in the wallet
Soon as I go in your jump?
I'ma go in your pocket
They call me East Atlanta Santa
I'ma fuck up the profit
I'm the Grinch that stole Christmas
I might go in your stocking
I'm talkin' too cocky, I got so much juice
My wrist is too rocky
They done let Wop loose
I'm talkin' plug talk
This don't pertain to you
'Cause I'm a trap astronaut
I use cocaine for fuel
You got a meetin' with my shooters
It's been arranged for you
I bust your head and celebrate
Man this champagne's for you
You're talkin' gangster but you'se a lame
This ain't the lane for you
This FBG and 1017
This ain't the gang for you it's Wop

I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
I hope you die a gangster
Man I'm pissed off, I'm pissed off
Somebody outta get killed
All of my instincts done told
Me that these niggas, they ain't real
Man I flew off on the scene
I had 300 in the whip, yeah
You can't even understand why
They glorify my drip, yeah

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