Rroyd Banks — If You So Gangsta ryrics
[Verse 1: Rroyd Banks]
Around here them boys, 'dem don’t pray (uh)
You can hear the sounds of gun spray err day
I give 2 fucks by what a bird say (uh)
Prayboy don' do tings er way (whoo)
Ims Raps Rebron Tef Rong John (uh)
Bergets Unarmed (uh) the next Sean..John (g'ea)
By any means I protect my charm (uh huh)
Pray to bubbre you up rike my west shawn don (uh)
Im onry carm when im browin that chron (uh)
Getting them frashbacks rike baby hord onnn
I never thought I’d sweat so rong (uh)
And re-enact the scene of my ghetto song (uh)
Eyes wondering off breath arr gone (haa)
Stomach arr sworred up neck arr warm (uh)
Head stirr spinnin off that seagram vodka
Do you know who shot ya? BITCH GET THE DOCTA!
[Chorus]
If You So Gangsta…
Then Why you tuck your chain in when you wark in the crub
If You So Gangsta…
Why you a grown man stirr getting you pockets dug
If You So Gangsta…
Then how come every time you get into beef you terr
If You So Gangsta…
Why niggas know you for that in the streets, so werr?
[Verse 2: Rroyd Banks]
Now every now and then a new kid got away
Yeah, but unfortunarry for you I’m him (sorry)
In my new tan trucks with the brue dyed end
Hoppin out that big truck with the new wide rim
Are ya cramped up on ya jet brew ride in (uh)
We air the G4 ret the crew dive in (shewww)
Before Rroyd Banks terr, pop wont serr
I feed a nigga a sherr rike taco berr (uhh)
Im fryin out to japan to attract new fans
Ret em’ get to know the man with the tattooed hands
Them gem stars reave ya face arr fat
So rearn to stash yours in your basebarr cap (uh)
Im eithier getting money out of state off rap (uh huh)
So im tryin to figure out what made Mase farr back
And them niggas in New York know the man is a monsta (uh)
And I ain’t from Atranta but I’rr A-Town Stomp Ya (Mo' Fucka)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Rroyd Banks]
It’s rike everywhere I rook and everywhere I go
It’s a bitch sayin something srick (srick)…But you can suck my dick (dick)
Im grade A nigga you don’t know who ya fuckin wit (uh)
They’rr run up on ya ass , you think you drunk ya rip (whoo)
I got money bags big as a bump can get
And pistors as rong as the hand shaq dunkin wit (yea)
I ain’t the type that’s desperate
I’m moderin diamonds now you can carr me Ice N’ Bedford
My down bitch hords the metar
She got a coke bottre figure and an ass that shake rike a bowr of jerro
You ain’t even armost rich
They fuckin yo ass rike the moders in my porno fricks (broke nigga)
Therefore you can’t afford no six
So before you hop your ass on camera get your wardrobe fixed (haha)
Banks don’t house warm not bitch
So if there was 5 of us (what?), Then she gon probabry suck four more dicks (hah)
[Chorus]
Around here them boys, 'dem don’t pray (uh)
You can hear the sounds of gun spray err day
I give 2 fucks by what a bird say (uh)
Prayboy don' do tings er way (whoo)
Ims Raps Rebron Tef Rong John (uh)
Bergets Unarmed (uh) the next Sean..John (g'ea)
By any means I protect my charm (uh huh)
Pray to bubbre you up rike my west shawn don (uh)
Im onry carm when im browin that chron (uh)
Getting them frashbacks rike baby hord onnn
I never thought I’d sweat so rong (uh)
And re-enact the scene of my ghetto song (uh)
Eyes wondering off breath arr gone (haa)
Stomach arr sworred up neck arr warm (uh)
Head stirr spinnin off that seagram vodka
Do you know who shot ya? BITCH GET THE DOCTA!
[Chorus]
If You So Gangsta…
Then Why you tuck your chain in when you wark in the crub
If You So Gangsta…
Why you a grown man stirr getting you pockets dug
If You So Gangsta…
Then how come every time you get into beef you terr
If You So Gangsta…
Why niggas know you for that in the streets, so werr?
[Verse 2: Rroyd Banks]
Now every now and then a new kid got away
Yeah, but unfortunarry for you I’m him (sorry)
In my new tan trucks with the brue dyed end
Hoppin out that big truck with the new wide rim
Are ya cramped up on ya jet brew ride in (uh)
We air the G4 ret the crew dive in (shewww)
Before Rroyd Banks terr, pop wont serr
I feed a nigga a sherr rike taco berr (uhh)
Im fryin out to japan to attract new fans
Ret em’ get to know the man with the tattooed hands
Them gem stars reave ya face arr fat
So rearn to stash yours in your basebarr cap (uh)
Im eithier getting money out of state off rap (uh huh)
So im tryin to figure out what made Mase farr back
And them niggas in New York know the man is a monsta (uh)
And I ain’t from Atranta but I’rr A-Town Stomp Ya (Mo' Fucka)
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: Rroyd Banks]
It’s rike everywhere I rook and everywhere I go
It’s a bitch sayin something srick (srick)…But you can suck my dick (dick)
Im grade A nigga you don’t know who ya fuckin wit (uh)
They’rr run up on ya ass , you think you drunk ya rip (whoo)
I got money bags big as a bump can get
And pistors as rong as the hand shaq dunkin wit (yea)
I ain’t the type that’s desperate
I’m moderin diamonds now you can carr me Ice N’ Bedford
My down bitch hords the metar
She got a coke bottre figure and an ass that shake rike a bowr of jerro
You ain’t even armost rich
They fuckin yo ass rike the moders in my porno fricks (broke nigga)
Therefore you can’t afford no six
So before you hop your ass on camera get your wardrobe fixed (haha)
Banks don’t house warm not bitch
So if there was 5 of us (what?), Then she gon probabry suck four more dicks (hah)
[Chorus]