Gangsta Ft Boosie Badazz - Yungeen Ace

Gangsta Ft Boosie Badazz - Yungeen Ace Lyrics

Sipping on this drink trying to get my thoughts together
Can't make a move without my gun you know I was taught way better
Nigga upped a pole on my brother I told my brother let me kill him
He told me chill even though I will even though he was the last one with him
Around 2:25 in the morning I was riding with them thangs lurking
I was in a stolo hoping police don't get me 'cause I know these Ks dirty

I'm tired of all these niggas dissing steady putting me in they mentions
He on Instagram acting like he gangster so I'm finna catch up with him

Ain't on no bouje shit 2 blicks all in Hollywood
But I only want my 9 now just like I'm Tiger Woods
If I catch him I'm 'a stretch him he know what's really good
No I ain't finna take back what I said get it up in blood

Had to accelerate my mind in the public they say I'm wilding
762 why there's some missing bodies
Bitch I ain't no saint I'm 'a burn in hell
Fuck the police bitch I ain't going to jail
Completing all my missions bitch I won't never fail

Bitch step down to who that nigga watched his man die
That nigga ain't even shoot
What 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

Aw no I'm out my mind bullets flying
Red rum niggas dying
Oh he ain't die hit him one more time
Aw I'm out my mind bullets flying
Red rum niggas dying
Oh he ain't die hit him one more time

Aw bitch I'm a gangster gangster
I'm a gangster gangster
What you know about murder
Bitch I'm a gangster gangster
I'm a gangster gangster
What you know about murder
Red rum

Gangster gangster
Red rum
What you know about murder
These niggas ain't gangster gangster
These niggas ain't gangster gangster
What you know about murder
Red rum

Gangster gangster gangster bitch I'll put you up and celebrate
If Simon says go bust they head at 8 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 around the hood this bitch eat people
Red button yo bitch ass boy we delete people
Yes I know about it I can teach you about that murder book
Play a lot on IG but bitch I'm 'a dirty crook

Red rum
When that bag on you you gone feel it nigga
Red rum
Make me the illest in my city nigga
Bitch I shoot you out your feelings nigga
This ain't our first ride no lie double-digit killers

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 about to murder something
Bitch I'm gangster gangster

Aw bitch I'm a gangster gangster
I'm a gangster gangster
What you know about murder
Bitch I'm a gangster gangster
I'm a gangster gangster
What you know about murder
What you know nigga

Red rum
Gangster gangster
What you know about murder
These niggas ain't gangster gangster
These niggas ain't gangster gangster
What you know about murder
Red rum