[Lyric] Say Alternate Version (How to Gag a Maggot)

[Chorus: Kat Dahlia]
You say you a gangsta, that don’t impress me none
You say you a gangsta, ain’t seen a thing you've done
I do it all on myself, I ain’t getting help
From no one, from no one
You say you a gangsta, that don’t impress me none
You say you a gangsta, ain’t seen a thing you've done
I do it all on myself, I ain’t getting help
From no one, from no one

[Verse 1: King Gordy]
Uh, uh
Aye Jimmy, I think it's time to get real filthy (real filthy)
You with me?
Load the semi let's go shoot up the city (up the city)
I'm Detroit worst motherfucking nightmare
You might stare, get yo ass smoked up right there (right there)
Two clips spitting nigga good riddance (a good riddancе)
You wasn't making it to court this was a hood sentence (a hood sеntence)
No time for repentance, just let the guns burn
I think it's time to end this, put them in a urn (you say you a gangster)
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust criminal tactics
We savage nigga we'll fuck you up
I'm a real street nigga (nigga)
Van Dyke certified
Lemons squeeze triggers, we on our way to murder guys (murder guys)
I'm a sick man with a big plan to take yo whole ghetto out so I can expand ('pand)
Bitch I'm the man, over a hundred grand (grand)
In a safe just to take it out yo brothers hands (hands)
[Chorus: Kat Dahlia]
You say you a gangsta, that don’t impress me none
You say you a gangsta, ain’t seen a thing you've done
I do it all on myself, I ain’t getting help
From no one, from no one
You say you a gangsta, that don’t impress me none
You say you a gangsta, ain’t seen a thing you've done
I do it all on myself, I ain’t getting help
From no one, from no one

[Verse 2: Jimmy Donn]
Shit I was born and raised on the Saint Pauls East side (East side)
Been deep in these streets since your boy was only knee-high (knee-high)
If we ride then y'all better duck (ha)
If we rise up with these choppers then we're taking out the block (brrra)
And y'all fucked (and y'all fucked, and y'all fucked)
Not in a good way listen this is not word play this is kneel down and church pray (ha)
Either it's a hearse or it's a lifetime of nurse
They leave you in pieces distorted in a bloodshed
The trap became a birdcage now you're needing first aid
You saw the first, felt the second, dead by the third wave (mmm)
It's best that you behave and stay in your own lane
Stay in your home late and stay away from home place (yeah)
Sicfux and Rang Gang blowing up like propane (yeah)
Bath salts and cocaine lost in a smoke haze (woo)
No walking away you'll return to which you came
Cause you are not a gangster (naw) and this is not a game motherfucker
[Chorus: Kat Dahlia]
You say you a gangsta, that don’t impress me none
You say you a gangsta, ain’t seen a thing you've done
I do it all on myself, I ain’t getting help
From no one, from no one
You say you a gangsta, that don’t impress me none
You say you a gangsta, ain’t seen a thing you've done
I do it all on myself, I ain’t getting help
From no one, from no one

[Verse 3: Tripp]
Uh, they be like
Tripp what you think that you be on? (you be on)
You bitches nothing but peons you know I'm shining like neon (neon)
I gotta get respect smoking a pack get my tree on (tree on)
And we ain't on the same level cause you don't be what I be on (be on)
Like they cannot fuck with the kid
I'm in it, you know what it is (yeah)
I don't like people I be in the crib
Don't hit my line less you be with the shits
They know I go smoking the uh (uh), keeping me elevated like a ghost (ghost)
Man that's what niggas be doing the most (most) my name in they mouth it's the way I promote
I'm the man, hit a whole gram of the low hand, different colors like a pixie stick (pixie stick)
They don't like the way that I act the way that I rap so sickly bitch (bitch)
I love white women like Dixie Chicks
Get to the bread like let's be rich (let's be rich)
If you ain't catch my drift, nose in the air just to catch my drip
You ain't pay my like you say you did, you ain't living like you say you is
Bar's up cause I'm raising it
All my verses they be praising it
I'ma stay true to this rap shit
Talk shit but you're just capping
Fast lane and my seatbelt fastened
Getting in and we moving past 'em
Tripp (Tripp, Tripp, Tripp)
[Outro: Jimmy Donn]
One week they love me
Next week they hate me
Both weeks I got paid
There are too many fake fucks in the world today
This is me one-hundred percent
I got nothing to hide, and if you don't like it
Fuck you!
Winter