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

To'a las babys quieren kush, kush, kush, kush, kush Lo' maleantes quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy Lo' gangsters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy Lo' gansters quieren krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy, krippy Pero ahora estoy

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

And my eyes so low, soon as I walk in I got a joint rolled you know that I'mma spark it That's why I ride so slow, me and my gangsters I hear 'em talkin' like they livin' but they ain't us Pockets, they swole I won't leave here alone, came here with no

This is what you call rider music All the gangsters are ridin' to it (c'mon, let's roll) I can show you how we do it When we ride to that rider music, let's go (let's go) When we ride to that rider music, let's go Yeah we can ride to this Just lay back

Tattoos, Suu-Whoop, Bugatti, new boo Tattoos, Suu-whoop, Bugatti, new boo You tatted your face and changed the culture (you changed) You screamed "Suu-Whoop" and them gangsters loved you (yeah, yeah) You bought a Bugatti so you could flex (so you can

Every hood we go through All the gangsters around know my whole crew We hold it down like we 'sposed to Nigga you can front if you want, we be poppin them thangs After the VMA's my baby momma cussed my ass out I kicked her ass, we back friends like Puffy

If you have to ask You'll never know Funky motherfuckers Will not be told to go A want to be gangster Thinkin' he's a wise guy Rob another bank He's a sock 'em in the eye guy

Suena el bajo Suena el bajo, pa La que conmigo es a fuego Loca con el rebuleo Mi gata gangster, sin miedo Y campea por lo de ella porque sabe que la velo (Los Homerunners) (Don, Don!)

You gangstas, you playas, you hustlas, you pimps (Aha) (You gangstas, you playas, you hustlas you pimps) Gangster, gangster, gangster Don't make me Bring out the other side in me So I hear you think you gangster I heard you wanna be You gangstas, you