Gangsta Vybes (Gangstafied) (Feat. B.G.)

We gangstafied (you should know, you should know, you should know, Scalez)
We gangstafied (this is for the real true gangstas)

We live in a life of crime (crime), lies (lies), deceit (deceit), disloyalty (disloyalty)
Fake niggas fuck up the streets with all this poison (ay, this fake shit)
Anything pop out (what?), motherfuckers recordin' it (that's crazy)
Broke bitches choicy (huh?), damn my mama warned me (yeah, she told me)

Damn I shoulda listened (shit), damn I shoulda listened (fuck)
Three days ago I found out my young nigga snitchin' (that's crazy)
Takin' care of my kids, baby mama still bitchin' (bitchin')
Broke niggas trickin', spinnin', fallin' in their feelings

Goin' head first, purse first, ass last
Get the bread first (let me get that), I'm the boss, I'm the king, I get fed first (me)
You run it up, they lock you up, give you a fed shirt (that's fucked up)
That's how the feds work (that's how it go)

We in a lose-lose (lose) situation gotta face it (face it)
Go get your money (go get it), you gon' get caught procrastinatin' (for real)
You're playin' killer (stop), but gon' get killed for perpetratin' (for real)
I'd body one of these niggas, but that's just too much information (can't say that)

Same gang (same), same niggas, same hitters with me (same)
Same choppers (choppers) fuck the feds, got my pistols with me
Do a bid (do it), never talk, show your paperwork (shh)
And 'fore you start beefin' with a nigga, get some paper first (get some paper)

50K on firearms (firearms), million in bond money (in bond money)
Don't give a fuck 'bout a show (why?), I got the bomb comin'
I'm tryna fuck Megan Thee Stallion (why?), make her my bottom ho (my bottom ho)
You need to fuck with some pimpin' (some pimpin'), come hit the lotto ho (the lotto ho)

I just landed on the private lear' jumped in the Maybach (Maybach)
Subliminal ass rappers, you don't like me, nigga say that
They like, "He went to the feds and got back out, that nigga snitchin'"
Mad 'cause I got out and ran it up, nigga, quit bitchin' (bitch ass nigga)

Ooh, Finesse, what's up, homie? (We gangstafied)
You know I felt that shit all in my soul, man (all in there)
Know real niggas do real things, man, these niggas ain't livin' like us (we gangstafied, at all)
Look

I went from designer clothes and fuckin' hos (to what?)
To khaki suits, noodles, and rice bowls (uh-huh)
From gettin' dough and rockin' shows
To pullin' my dick off pictures of naked hos (I pulled off)

Man, the boy was drove, missed my life on the road
Couldn't complain to my celly (at all), he had life with no parole (parole)
They caught me with a knife, did 30 days in the hole
And on top of that, they sent me into the motherfuckin' smooth

My kids were steady growin' (growin'), hos steady hoin' (hoin')
My nigga Boosie went home, and my dawg was steady blowin' (blowin')
My nigga Weezy steady tourin', but he's a bitch, and it's showin' (showin')
I'm still a livin' legend, don't act like you didn't know it

But they had my hands tied, caught up on that chain gang
Just like on the streets, all through the pen, you know my name rang
My rep's solid (solid), name good (good), paper work right, I'm Gucci (I'm Gucci)
I've done it all, you know my life's a fuckin' movie, nigga

We gangstafied (you should know, you should know, you should know)
We gangstafied (this is for the real true gangstas)