Bubble Gum Gangstaz Lyrics[Intro]
Yeah, Welcome to the Winner's Circle, nigga
FS Jets, you know, yeah
Right back at it
It's another month, it's another mixtape
Work hard
[Verse]
And now you got these young cats running around like Rugrats
All in their dumb raps, talking about their guns clap
When I see 'em in the streets I don't see none of that
I'm like "Damn homeboy, where them fuckin' hammers at?
Where the AK-47 with the hundred clip attached?"
Them ain't real G's, them niggas is real wack
Old bubble gum gangsta, y'all fools to me
Don't want no partial niggas that move with me
'Cause I know killers but I don't go on record and claim that
I did it, I'm happy with my good guy image
I'm cool, I'm chillin', I'm laid up sippin'
A little cranberry juice and Ciroc on the rocks
Rocket scientist thinking outside of the box
I'ma takeover this shit, just watch
Like the late 90 Puff Daddy, can't stop, won't stop
Break lines and pop, system malfunctioning
Mixtapes pumping out, offers keep coming in
I'm tryna have two flying spurs like a jet carrying Tony Parker and Tim Duncan
Spitta get paid for high price words, yeah
[Outro]
FS Jets, where haven't we been yet?
Welcome to the Winner's Circle
Bitches know the planes got it
Bitches know the planes got it
Yeah
