True Gangstas Lyrics

Don't mess with Jose or B-Lade
GOLDteef be fuckin' great
Or else you'll see the barrel of my nine
I like yo' bitch, soon she'll be mine

Got my gun strapped to my waist
GOLDteef's the shit we run this place

I chill in the Caddy, leanin' back
Niggas on the block sellin' crack
Pass 'em with the stereo loud
GOLDteef's, got the biggest crowd

Got my gun strapped to my waist
GOLDteef's the shit we run this place

Our Air Forces is white and clean
We're nice but our grillz is fuckin' mean
Our chains ain't chrome, they is gold
GOLDteef fits the gangsta mold

Got my gun strapped to my waist
GOLDteef's the shit we run this place