Gangsta Pat (Freestyle) - Da$h

I’m from the land of the lost, where the cost just to live is high enough to go

get these bitch niggas killed

I’m high enough to go 'head and shit on 'em, on a ride enough to show you how

niggas don’t go 'cause I’m strapped

Ride through the Sac', know I got .40 and know I got MAC

One in my lap, I got one on the seat, fuck niggas know that it ain’t out of

reach

Got your crew with me, bool with me, they don’t know what to do with me

Know my lungs is polluted, shootin' what’s movin', uh

Crime scene bandit, I’m high strung, sippin' a dirty Fanta

On your block, someone you just can’t handle

Pimpin' bitches on the daily, pullin' up on her like

«Baby, I don’t wanna hear you mouth, but would you pay me in the-»

Back of the room, know I ain’t chasin' no bitch, only run after the sack

Chopper’s a broom, sweepin' up all of the streets, all of you pussies, get back

What do you know, Dolla, he came with the heat, just like he said he would do

Stackin' up dough, fuck everybody you know, hit every singer that’s lit,

I’m ridin'

Swervin' through the streets and I’m ridin' on a pussy

Thinkin' that he got the only heat up in the world

Chasin' after diamonds and pearls, I’ll probably end up fuckin' your girl

It’s Dolla