Gangsta Persona
Big T Evans
Watch: New Singing Lesson Videos Can Make Anyone A Great Singer
Weed got a strong aroma Got the glocks from Arizona Servin' packs up like a Toma Burn yo nose like ammonia Got the strap and my diploma Ship the product out to Roma Shooters out in Barcelona Show my gangsta persona We got the straps (oh yeah) Installed like apps (uh huh) I said bitch, no snaps (oh no) Leave a nigga with gaps (on bro) Can't trust no hoe (no no) She got to go (gotta go) They be scheming on the low Gotta let my choppa blow (Fah) I'm in that mode (Yur) Lil' nigga, get zoed (Yur) You will get showed (Yah) Got my weed, I'm throwed (Woah) Choppa'll put you in yo' place Throw the bullets at yo' face (Ahh) Crack yo' head like a vase Bleeding at fast pace (Woah) Crippin' on yo' dead body Steppa shit, this ain't no hobby (Nah) Got the weapons, John Gotti Shootin' shit like I'm Scottie (Pippen) Got the packs of that coca Burn yo' throat, Coca Cola (Yuh) Movin' shit in South Dakota Big gangsta persona Big gangsta persona (Yeah) Burn yo' nose like ammonia (Damn) Fucked yo' bitch on the Sonoma (Ow) Took her straight to Oklahoma (Phew) Strapped up with the gang, claimin' us but we don't know ya' (Who?) FN hit ya' brain, head exploded like Corona (Damn) We see you fucked nigga, got yo' finger on the trigga' (Uh huh) You won't pull it, you a bitch, water head like a giga- -byte, alright, man we turnin' up tonight (Aye) Big Steppa in the buildin', gettin' high up as a kite (Off the Za') Servin' packs up like a Toma, you know I'm like that I'll go old school on niggas, where they at, where they at (Hey) 'Fore I pull out my gat, RIP to Fat Pat Glock'll have you on a mat, swear its worse if you a rat (lil' bitch) I try to tell niggas, but they think I'ma joke If I ever go up, I'ma laugh if you broke (damn) Ha, ha, ha, yo' pack I'ma smoke (Heh, heh, heh) Feel like Kan when I'm woke, dirty Sprite, no Coke (Ahh) Runnin' up this bag, try and stop me lil' bitch Oh you got a Pro Mag, you ain't getting far with shit (Jammed) ARP beat you to it, oh you bad, gone and do it Copped a brand new fit, feelin' clean, I must admit (Fresh) (Weed got a strong aroma) (Got the glocks from Arizona) (Servin' packs up like a Toma) (Burn yo nose like ammonia) (Got the strap and my diploma) (Ship the product out to Roma) (Shooters out in Barcelona) (Show my gangsta persona) Weed got a strong aroma Got the glocks from Arizona Servin' packs up like a Toma Burn yo nose like ammonia Got the strap and my diploma Ship the product out to Roma Shooters out in Barcelona Show my gangsta persona We got the straps (oh yeah) Installed like apps (uh huh) I said bitch, no snaps (oh no) Leave a nigga with gaps (gotta go) Can't trust no hoe She got to go They be scheming on the low Gotta let my choppa blow
The easy, fast & fun way to learn how to sing: 30DaySinger.com
Written by: Tavier Evans
Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Euphoria Media Group Publishing, Create Music Publishing
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Citation
Use the citation below to add these lyrics to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Gangsta Persona Lyrics." Lyrics.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 7 May 2024. <https://www.lyrics.com/lyric-lf/8839242/Big+T+Evans/Gangsta+Persona>.
Discuss the Gangsta Persona Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In