[Intro]
(NineOne)
[Chorus: Pete and Bas]
Banging on a chick 'cause I'm a gangster bitch
I'm gangbanging on the strip on some gangster shit
Hammer in the truck and I could bang this clip
And if he wants to test us I'll let the raptor rip
Wrapped up, get bagging, the slacks ain't sagging
The suit stay pressed while the boys go grab him
The clock keep ticking, the block keep trapping
It's one phone call if I wanna toe tag him
[Verse: Pete and Bas]
I'm a bag flipper, sippin' the Jack liquor
Big black jacket on my back chinchilla
Big wap dipper, whippin' the cane quicker
Pocket full of change and the bank got bigger
Big tipper, the girls get thicker
I'm on the block with a hairpin trigger
Money on his head, pick it up, five figure
Pull up on his hood, YKK zipper
Chop chop and the chopper just popped shots in him
Drop top and I'm popping the locks off with it
Whip, whip, I'm whipping like my mumma did
Trick, trick, I'm picking up another shh
I love a woman that's ready to get down
She can tuck a wap in her Louis Vuitton gown
Big mouth, she's a bit too loud
So I tell her come and sit her Brazilian butt down
Pelle Pelle leather and it's tailor fit
You know it cost a lot of money, but I'm made of it
Got a Chevy, Lamborghini and a Mustang Sally
Ride it with me, baby take your pick
I'ma ride out
Drop an addy and I'll jack him in his hide out
Run up on him then I'll clock him, knock his lights out
Didn't see it coming 'til I pull his eyes out
I'm waved, sippin' Henny while I
Kicking back, riffing on a big fat bifta
She's a little fat but the biff might lift her
Hey sister, where's your old mister?
Do you wanna come and get naked and play Twister?
Two blue ticks, had a bird on read
There's money to be made on the road instead
And I cover my plate while I run that red
With me foot flat down and a mask on my head
[Chorus: Pete and Bas]
Banging on a chick 'cause I'm a gangster bitch
I'm gangbanging on the strip on some gangster shit
Hammer in the truck and I could bang this clip
And if he wants to test us I'll let the raptor rip
Wrapped up, get bagging, the slacks ain't sagging
The suit stay pressed while the boys go grab him
The clock keep ticking, the block keep trapping
It's one phone call if I wanna toe tag him