Yeah, yeah
Check me out, man, yeah

Original gangsta, black clothes and bangers
Bullet shells and chambers, fill the L's up
We stay low from the rangers
'Cause they tryna tame us, but we brainless
And just think, I'm one sell out record away from being famous
Shit, I guess I ain't it
You could paint it how you may
But I remain this gangsta 'til the day I lay where the worms stay
I spit it for my nigga's sake
I spit it for myself a long time ago
Got a few houses, few whips, few condos
I'm so straight I'm pointin'
The game is hurtin', and baby boy the ointment
Baby boy the president now
Shit, you gotta make an appointment
Two record labels, you should come join 'em
Do check the label, and make sure it's yellow or Rose
'Fore you bring it to my table

Gangsta's don't die
They get chubby and they move to Miami, I moved to Miami
I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it
I'm still a G, thuggin' out in public, believe it
Gangsta's don't die
They get chubby and they move to Miami, I moved to Miami
I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it
I'm still a G, thuggin' out in public, straight up

Yeah
Nigga playin', doing about one eighty
Maserati, matchin' drop top sun shade
Gotta be fly, P1, nigga, spent about five, condo high in the sky
G4 whenever, fly in any weather
Had to pop a few pussies that was bad feathers
Million on the floor, that's fo' sho'
That lil' homie got the flow, so we all just gon' float
And don't think about the past
A little water came, now we floatin' on everythin'
Niggas doing about anything, killin' while they hustlin'
Niggas puttin' it in for the change
So we headed to the game, Culpepper gettin' his roll on
I'm on the side with that bling
And outside, got them thangs
Them Phantoms out there, we doin' us, switchin' lanes

Yeah, gangsta's don't die
They get chubby and they move to Miami, I moved to Miami
I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it
I'm still a G, thuggin' out in public, believe it
Gangsta's don't die
They get chubby and they move to Miami, I moved to Miami
I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it
I'm still a G, thuggin' out in public, straight up

Na, don't fuck with that dog
Youngin'll knock your fuckin' head off
And I'm coming back hard
Stunna give me work, and I'm runnin' that off
I'm comin' back with it and let my team split it
With a swagger you can't get, nah, you can't get it
Shit, bitch, I pop like Diddy
I pop like when he gon' stop? When it's empty
And you still drawing Leonardo D'Vinci

Trap me, I'm in there early, gettin' money ridin' dirty
Uptown puttin' in down blowin' out the pound
Duffle bag full of cash when I come around
The lil' homie got the game so I put him down
Hold my town, world wide wearin' a crown
Like father like son, got it off the mound
Like father like son, niggas stand their grounds
Like father like son, nigga, fuck them clowns

Yeah, gangsta's don't die
They get chubby and they move to Miami, I moved to Miami
I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it
I'm still a G, thuggin' out in public, believe it
Gangsta's don't die
They get chubby and they move to Miami, I moved to Miami
I'm banned from Wet Willies, but a nigga like fuck it
I'm still a G, thuggin' out in public, straight up

'Cause that water ran us out that motherfucker, but we done bounce back
Believe that, 3-0-5, 4-0-4, 7-1-3, all that, Dallas, Kansas
Everybody, ya heard me, Oklahoma, yeah, everybody, the whole world

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Writer(s): Darius Harrison, Dwayne Carter, Tristan Jones