4 The Gangsters Lyrics – SAINt JHN

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[Part I]

[Chorus]
Money don't hide from the gangsters
Pu*sy don't hide from the gangsters
Luck, it don't hide from the gangsters
No switching sides for the gangsters
No switching sides for the gangsters
No switching sides for the gangsters

[Verse]
Let's raise a glass to the gangsters
Benzes gon' crash for the gangsters, yeah
Went from the trap to the mansion, yeah
Don't come too close, I get anxious, yeah
B!tches gon' clap for the gangsters
Hermés is Gap for the gangsters (Oh)
She spun the pole like an angel
I fell in love with a dancer (Oh)
She held my gun, it's romantic (Oh)
This life, ain't no second chances (Oh)
Cutting off parts of the cancers
We need a plaque for the gangsters
It's tit for tat for a G.O.A.T. like me, okay
I've been running through the streets like this all day
In a four-wheeler, crazy
Baby, two-wheels, I ride it

[Chorus]
Money don't hide from the gangsters
Pu*sy don't hide from the gangsters
Luck, it don't hide from the gangsters
No switching sides for the gangsters
No switching sides for the gangsters
No switching sides for the—

[Part II]

[Intro]
FESTIVAL SEASON

[Chorus]
Woah, woah
The pu*sy got a margarita flavor, I'm drunk
I popped the 'Rari out in Chattanooga, where she from
Her mother told me I'm the best boyfriend she had
My n!ggas said the opps wiped the snot off her dad
A million in his stash, the money in his bag
She never had a big d!ck n!gga, she on my lap
I throw some money in the air, please do not count
That's light bill money for a rich n!gga house

[Verse]
Like I'm racist, I like a white b!tch for some head
I'm racist, I need a black b!tch for some ass
I'm racist, I need Asian b!tch for the math
I'm racist 'cause I don't see no color when you bad
Abrasive 'cause I'ma send them n!ggas there to crash
The plaintiff, but how 'bout to talk through the mask?
Complacent, you lazy and running up a tab
You brazy, this robbery just some more s*it that I had
You basic, but maybe I buy a b!tch a bag
I'm spiteful, I'm 'bout to fu*k her friend to make her mad
I'm spiteful, I might just fu*k his b!tch then shake his hand
I'm craving the same twin sisters that I had (Woo)

[Chorus]
Woah, woah
The pu*sy got a margarita flavor, I'm drunk
I popped the 'Rari out in Chattanooga, where she from
Her mother told me I'm the best boyfriend she had
My n!ggas said the opps wiped the snot off her dad
A million in his stash, the money in his bag
She never had a big d!ck n!gga, she on my lap
I throw some money in the air, please do not count
That's light bill money for a rich n!gga house

[Outro]
When this motherfu*ker drops
You forget everything you knew before