YOUNG SICC

YOUNG SICC - Hittem Wit Some Gangsta lyrics

(feat. SAD)

[SAD]

Execution style bitch, SAD's in this bitch

With Beyond E-N-T and we love to load clips

It's that Southside rider, baller, gangster, player, mack

Fuck it, pass me the strap

So what's real, we do this strictly for the skrill

Eyes on dollar bills and we all flash for deals

Ain't no pity, Nitty, Young Sicc and S-A-D

Sureno all day, you can't fuck with a G

Ain't no big mystery, motherfucker enemies

Break you down to your knees, when I dump feel the breeze

So please, nobody move I'm on a come up

Speaking up hoes when these putos get done up

So run up or shut up, if not twist the bud up

And smoke up them lungs till you feel like you rung bitch

I ain't the one bitch, I ain't the one trick

I'll slap a bitch and do a hoe just for fun trick

[Chorus x2: Young Sicc]

Front, back, side to side

Hit em with some gangsta

South to East to Westside

Hit em with some gangsta

Knowing that we're the best right

Hit em with some gangsta

Hit em with some what what

Hit em with some gangsta

[Young Sicc]

Ah damn, who could it be

The S-I-double C with the jersey reading SD

Bumping them JL Patios

Four deep hitting switches in your patios

Hitting corners on Daytonas, I'm three wheeling

Ain't too many wanna bang with these villans

Don't fight the feeling cuz the feeling is real

Riders in the Coupe Deville dog and looking to kill

Little homies hitting fools up, getting bruised up

You get used up and abused up

Your crews up, hit em with some gangsta

Your crews up, spitting at my gangstas

From shoes up is you a gangsta gangsta or a pranksta pranksta

Nickname Nitty, Franksta

Cuz I'm that one Mexican known to be hated

But still can't be faded

[Chorus x2]

[SAD]

So let us ball through the halls, bitches all pause

Back to back flows and I still bring it raw

I need my feria, ain't no alarming me

Bitches screaming out my name but they ain't charming me

From state to state, Killer Kali my state

Holding down like the pound till I'm straight, ain't no wait

Ain't no stop, make that low hop, smoke that doja

I keep it gangsta, so you'll never see me rolled up

[Young Sicc]

See, this is for my hoes, this is for my hoes

Fingers in the air screaming "fuck the po-po's"

You know, ain't no mistaking we're the best on the list

Competition deleted, nobody's getting with this

Dismiss them like class after I'm whooping that ass

Nobody's getting a pass without their head getting bashed, fool

G's up hoes down when we step in your town

Get ready for the showdown

[Chorus x2]

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