Here's a lil' story 'bout a gangster like me A eight figure nigga, fresh out the penitentiary A nigga like me, would like to say That I'm a crazy motherfucker from around the way Yeah, I got the fire on me, I keep the chopper close by That's just my

I'm with that woop Fuck all that turn up the headphones shit But turn up my headphones anyway Huh? (Boom production) Turnt gangster Sir, bun up the main road Run up and stay low Turn up the radio Dirt, straight family

Diamonds in the back, sunroof top, diggin' the scene With the gangster lean, oh, oh, oh Though you may not drive a big big Cadillac Gangster whitewalls, TV antenna in the back You may not have a car at all But just remember brothers and sisters You can

They want G shit, give it to 'em This is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes This is for the dopeboy trappers selling halves and hoes (Since nobody wanna make G shit) Since nobody wanna make G shit I'm a rich nigga like I don't know I can change if

Straight outta Southside Crazy motherfucker named Bank-o Crack rap, million doller bankroll Black Lac, for my outta state ho These niggas talk gangster But really ain't tho I'ma stormy night, you a rainbow I'ma G, tight clothes ain't my thing bro

Get my money, buy my medicine Buy my medicine, buy my medicine Girl my love's gonna last, just as long as my high Yeah, I like to dedicate this record right here to my main man Johnny Cash, a real American gangster I got my nephew Whitey Ford on the

Everybody wanna be a gangster (So you wanna be a gangster, homes?) 'Til it's time to do gangster shit You talk the talk, you better walk the walk, boy Shit just got real up in this bitch (Shit just got real) (Yeah- Put up or shut up) (Put up or shut up)

(La vie de rêve) Je m'en irai de l'or au cou comme Cléopâtre et Pharaon Sombre équipe, sombre thème, sombre atmosphère (ouais, ouais, ouais) Débrouillard mais pas gangster (non, non, non) Paire de gants, deuxième tenue quand il faut l'faire (ouais,

Whippin' Excursion I've gotta pick up that person In the trap house, whipping that work and You're not a gangster, you're just an internet version Whippin' that wurzel You know me, I've got the littlest circle Mrs in the crib, you know I'm keeping that

Non ne m'en veux pas, fallait passer le cap Réfugiée dans les bras d'un gangster Tu m'as tuée dans les bas d'un gangster, ouais Tu m'as tuée, tuée Tu m'as fait du mal, je t'ai pardonné J'essaie d'oublier mais sans fin J'essaie d'oublier mais en vain Sur