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Gangsta mode Video (MV)




Performed By: Hoodrich Puncho
Language: English
Length: 2:48
Written by: Hoodrich Puncho




Hoodrich Puncho - Gangsta mode Lyrics




There's no music like this no more, bro
Vice f*cking versa, bro
I got, get back on that gangsta shit and I be sleeping on, I be sipping on that lean I be pouring fours
Countin all that money I be having, I got big bankrolls

Niggas talking all that gangsta shit and he get hit with poles
Ain't nobody step on me, who you think it really is
I got Glock up on me and you playin', we gon' spit your wig
I feel like I'm Boosie, set it off and I'ma spit your wig

Hot then a firecracker, niggas know how I'm in this
I be in the trenches, whipping all these chickens
I be in the trap, I'm whipping, flipping all these brickets
I be getting money all the time, ain't worrying about nobody

All these niggas say they tough and they ain't never caught a body
I told y'all I will get back on that gangsta shit, man
These niggas know how I'm boming, nigga
These niggas know how I'm is, nigga

Yeah
F*ck that
I be f*cking on your baby mama
Niggas know how I'm in it, I be nutting on her

All these blue hunnids keep on coming, coming, coming, coming
I be counting money, thumbing, thumbing to the blue straight hunnids
That's your, bitch
I just f*cked your bitch

This bitch is really nasty, she just sucked up on my stick
You're a nasty little nigga if you f*cked up on that bitch
You're a nasty little nigga if you kissed up on that bitch
Better watch what you do and watch what you say

You kissed up on that bitch, she got dick on her face
I be making, all these playing
Whipping bricks like chick fil a
Niggas dissing on that set and I don't play

About my gang
They gon' say I'm damn, soft
They know I'm really about it
I whip that choppa out

It goes flocka flocka flocka
Whip my dreads, around around
Feel I like waka, flocka, flocka
Feel like master, and no limit

We gon' move like an army
Tell them stop playing with my gangsta, man
We gon' move like an army
Feel like master, and no limit

We gon' move like an army
Ain't no capping my song
Niggas know we bout that shit, nigga
I'm gangsta from the trench, nigga

And I'm sipping on my wok hard
And I'm moving, out my body
Peon nigga
Long live pnut nigga
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There's no music like this no more, bro
Vice f*cking versa, bro
I got, get back on that gangsta shit and I be sleeping on, I be sipping on that lean I be pouring fours
Countin all that money I be having, I got big bankrolls

Niggas talking all that gangsta shit and he get hit with poles
Ain't nobody step on me, who you think it really is
I got Glock up on me and you playin', we gon' spit your wig
I feel like I'm Boosie, set it off and I'ma spit your wig

Hot then a firecracker, niggas know how I'm in this
I be in the trenches, whipping all these chickens
I be in the trap, I'm whipping, flipping all these brickets
I be getting money all the time, ain't worrying about nobody

All these niggas say they tough and they ain't never caught a body
I told y'all I will get back on that gangsta shit, man
These niggas know how I'm boming, nigga
These niggas know how I'm is, nigga

Yeah
F*ck that
I be f*cking on your baby mama
Niggas know how I'm in it, I be nutting on her

All these blue hunnids keep on coming, coming, coming, coming
I be counting money, thumbing, thumbing to the blue straight hunnids
That's your, bitch
I just f*cked your bitch

This bitch is really nasty, she just sucked up on my stick
You're a nasty little nigga if you f*cked up on that bitch
You're a nasty little nigga if you kissed up on that bitch
Better watch what you do and watch what you say

You kissed up on that bitch, she got dick on her face
I be making, all these playing
Whipping bricks like chick fil a
Niggas dissing on that set and I don't play

About my gang
They gon' say I'm damn, soft
They know I'm really about it
I whip that choppa out

It goes flocka flocka flocka
Whip my dreads, around around
Feel I like waka, flocka, flocka
Feel like master, and no limit

We gon' move like an army
Tell them stop playing with my gangsta, man
We gon' move like an army
Feel like master, and no limit

We gon' move like an army
Ain't no capping my song
Niggas know we bout that shit, nigga
I'm gangsta from the trench, nigga

And I'm sipping on my wok hard
And I'm moving, out my body
Peon nigga
Long live pnut nigga
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Writer: Hoodrich Puncho
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