Y.Lo Gangstar
Gangster, gangster, gangster
Everybody trying to be a gangster, gangster
Yeah, we got the racks up
Fast cars
Iced up
Strapped up
Smoke some ops and hit her up
Ain't no traffic move like woods
Gangster gangster gangster
Everybody trying to be a gangster gangster
Thug life
Out from my mama womb
I knew I was sentenced to the streets
But you could survive the streets
If your smart
I remember smoking at where the cops
Going to always want to raid
But that some gangster shit
Smoked some regular weed
Now I'm smoking exotic
The price of my weed way up
A gangster's pain ain't nothing to joke with
Mama's crying
Thugs shedding tears
Bitch, snapchat me some pussy
If you want some cash
I fell in love with making blue hundred
Money got me high
I ain't addicted to no drugs
Nigga going to sly
Money and dreams redemptional
I ain't even going to lie
I be trapping sensational
I going to smoke green
High as fuck like I'm in the sky
This bitch going to snitch
Ain't no love down till I die
With my Backwoods though
I'm a gangster ain't going to lie
Shit be fucking with my vibe
Dressed all dope
Deep in my soul
I'm trying to know
If I got a place in your home
Just let me know
I'm a gangster you should know
But I got you, that's for sure
And if them ops come by
You going to load my Glock yeah
Nigga going to sly
Money and dreams redemptional
I ain't even going to lie
I be trapping sensational
I going to smoke green
High as fuck like I'm in the sky
This bitch going to snitch
Ain't no love down till I die
Ain't no live down till I die
Ain't no live down till I die
I be hitting jets
Hitting checks
Gangster flex
Yeah, were there
Pull up in my Nike
My bitch in a Ferraris
My homier got d Lambo
He drifts with these hoes
Fast life that's how it goes
Now you see me
Now you don't
Gangster, gangster, gangster
Everybody trying to be a gangster, gangster
Yeah, we got the racks up
Fast cars
Iced up
Strapped up
Smoke some ops and hit her up
Ain't no traffic move like woods
Nigga going to sly
Money and dreams redemptional
I ain't even going to lie
I be trapping sensational
I going to smoke green
High as fuck like I'm in the sky
This bitch going to snitch
Ain't no love down till I die
Ain't no live down till I die
Everybody trying to be a gangster, gangster
Yeah, we got the racks up
Fast cars
Iced up
Strapped up
Smoke some ops and hit her up
Ain't no traffic move like woods
Gangster gangster gangster
Everybody trying to be a gangster gangster
Thug life
Out from my mama womb
I knew I was sentenced to the streets
But you could survive the streets
If your smart
I remember smoking at where the cops
Going to always want to raid
But that some gangster shit
Smoked some regular weed
Now I'm smoking exotic
The price of my weed way up
A gangster's pain ain't nothing to joke with
Mama's crying
Thugs shedding tears
Bitch, snapchat me some pussy
If you want some cash
I fell in love with making blue hundred
Money got me high
I ain't addicted to no drugs
Nigga going to sly
Money and dreams redemptional
I ain't even going to lie
I be trapping sensational
I going to smoke green
High as fuck like I'm in the sky
This bitch going to snitch
Ain't no love down till I die
With my Backwoods though
I'm a gangster ain't going to lie
Shit be fucking with my vibe
Dressed all dope
Deep in my soul
I'm trying to know
If I got a place in your home
Just let me know
I'm a gangster you should know
But I got you, that's for sure
And if them ops come by
You going to load my Glock yeah
Nigga going to sly
Money and dreams redemptional
I ain't even going to lie
I be trapping sensational
I going to smoke green
High as fuck like I'm in the sky
This bitch going to snitch
Ain't no love down till I die
Ain't no live down till I die
Ain't no live down till I die
I be hitting jets
Hitting checks
Gangster flex
Yeah, were there
Pull up in my Nike
My bitch in a Ferraris
My homier got d Lambo
He drifts with these hoes
Fast life that's how it goes
Now you see me
Now you don't
Gangster, gangster, gangster
Everybody trying to be a gangster, gangster
Yeah, we got the racks up
Fast cars
Iced up
Strapped up
Smoke some ops and hit her up
Ain't no traffic move like woods
Nigga going to sly
Money and dreams redemptional
I ain't even going to lie
I be trapping sensational
I going to smoke green
High as fuck like I'm in the sky
This bitch going to snitch
Ain't no love down till I die
Ain't no live down till I die
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