I grew up in Gangsville where the population is all
Man I am a gangster growing up in the ghetto
I blow this shit like I am lighting up smoke
Yup, all dem blacks know me by Killah Kay
All them bitches’ numbas in my phone all I do is call
Yo I am chasin’ all dat dough
Ask errybody I ain’t no joke
Bitches callin’ my phone like whatcha say?
Just don’t be startin up shit
Open up a Bible I mean B-i-b-l-e
Nuthin ‘bout blacks or whites
Just I love you girl ‘til my death
I ain’t-a nig to mess wit
Not dat sick ass Barbie
Bow down to me before I slice
My bullets are aimin at yo chest
Am I kiddin’ Nah bruh?
Nigs be countin bitches up
Like they own dem bitches
Jump off a bridge and die fool
I am ghetto watz it to ya
Uptown I am the one wassup
Downtown I ain’t wit dem snitches
Off wit, dem heads yo ass ain’t cool
Damn girl where yo ass been?
Man I steal like I own this shit
Robbin’ banks like I’m the coolest
Starvation is in yo sorry asses future
Yo girl you betta get yo ass a trim
Man I ain’t da nig to be mess wit
Breakin necks like I am devilish
Gangsville is where we do the torture
Yo bruh I ain’t dat mad atcha
Just don’t mess wit me like dis
Am I da slurrin talkin kid wit issue?
Ain’t I dat cool when I am witcha side chick?
Well for a fact I am slang talkin at ya
Good one die when I through witcha asses
Y’all sorry ass died yo parents cryin atcha funeral
As I hitcha up wit another one of my main bitches
Poetry