Yungeen Ace, Boosie Badazz - Gangsta Lyrics

(808 Jayy got that fire)
(Do you not get the Koncept?)

Sipping on this drink
Tryna get my thoughts together (my thoughts together)
Can't make a move without my gun
You know I was taught way better (fuck nigga)
Nigga upped the pole up on my brother
I told my brother, "Let me kill him" (ayy, let me kill him)
He told me chill, he know I will
Even though he was the last one with him (aight, fo' sho' then)
Around 2:25 in the morning
I was riding with them thangs lurking
I was in a stolo, hope police don't get me
'Cause I know these K's dirty (K's dirty)
I'm tired of all these niggas dissing
Steady put me up in they mentions
He on Instagram acting like he gangster
Boy, I'm finna catch up with him (aight, fo' sho')
I ain't on no bougie shit, two blicks all in Hollywood (all in Hollywood)
But I only want my 9 now just like I'm Tiger Woods (just like I'm Tiger Woods)
Lord knows if I catch him
I'ma stretch him he know what's really good (he know what's really good)
No, I ain't gon' take back what I said, get it up in blood (get it up in blood, nigga)
Had to accelerate my mind
Out in the public they say I'm wilding
762 the reason why it's some missing bodies
Bitch, I ain't no saint, but I'ma burn in Hell (I'ma burn in Hell)
Fuck the police, bitch, I ain't going to jail (I ain't going to jail)
Completed all my missions, bitch, I won't never fail (never)

Bitch, step down to who? (Who)
That nigga watched his man die, that nigga ain't even shoot (uh)
I did to him I'll do to you
Bitch, I'm a killer step down to who?
I'll call the play blue 42
Since he want clout put him on the news
Bitch, I got bodies, what about you? (What about you?) Oh no

I'm out my mind, bullets flying
Red rum, niggas dying
Oh, he ain't die, hit him one more time, oh (oh)
I'm out my mind, bullets flying
Red rum, niggas dying (red rum)
Oh, he ain't die, hit him one more time, oh (oh)

Bitch, I'm a gangster gangster
I'm a gangster gangster
What you know about murder?
(What you know about murder, nigga?)
Bitch, I'm a gangster gangster (I'm a gangster gangster)
What you know about murder?
(What you know, nigga?)
Red rum (red rum)
Gangster gangster, red rum
What you know about murder?
Boom (oh)
These niggas ain't gangster gangster
These niggas ain't gangster gangster
What you know about murder? (Murder)
Red rum

Gangster, gangster, gangster, bitch, I'll put you up and celebrate
If Simon says, "Go bust they head at eight," then they never late
Hit em through the glass, flipped him over and he hit the floor
Murder spelled backwards spells "redrum" if you ain't know
Street sweeper, known 'round the hood, this bitch eat people
Red button yo' bitch-ass, boy, we delete people
Yes, I know about it, I can teach you 'bout that murder book
Play a lot on IG but, bitch, I'm a dirty crook
Red rum
When that bag on you you gon' feel it, nigga
Red rum
Made me the illest in my city, nigga
baow, baow, baow
Bitch, I shoot you out your feelings, nigga
This ain't our first ride, no, lie double-digit killers (uh)
I'm from BR where our life ain't sunny
Where these little ones murder dummy and they blow there murder money
Saw a little one at the store, he asked me can he murder for me
He must've heard Boosie 'bout to murder something
Bitch, I'm gangster gangster

Bitch, I'm a gangster gangster
I'm a gangster gangster
What you know about murder?
(What you know about murder, nigga?)
Bitch, I'm a gangster gangster (I'm a gangster gangster)
What you know about murder?
(What you know, nigga?)
Red rum (red rum)
Gangster gangster, red rum
What you know about murder?
Boom (oh)
These niggas ain't gangster gangster
These niggas ain't gangster gangster
What you know about murder?
Red rum