Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gangsta, artist - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Date of issue: 27.01.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gangsta |
| Oh, oh |
| Mario |
| Niggas want my soul, get 'em gone, I’m gon' stunt sum |
| Industry don’t like me cause I’m thuggin' and I’m dangerous |
| Gangsta, how a nigga came in and leavin' out |
| Gangsta, hope that’s what I scream while I’m bleedin' out |
| Thug life, too rich for this so I been tryna live a low life |
| Been down for all this time, so I been tryna see what heavin' like |
| Tryna get me but they miss |
| I say these niggas ain’t been steppin' right |
| I ain’t worried about that shit, I tell my momma I’m forever fine |
| He gon' pay that fine, if he violate this flag (Oh) |
| Change on my brother and my sisters, I could never do |
| Sex, money, murder plus Lil Dee hoe fine like Damu |
| Them niggas hoes, they only say shit 'bout what I do |
| Niggas want my soul, get 'em gone, I’m gon' stunt sum |
| Industry don’t like me cause I’m thuggin' and I’m dangerous |
| Gangsta, how a nigga came in and leavin' out |
| Gangsta, hope that’s what I scream while I’m bleedin' out |
| Thug life, too rich for this so I been tryna live a low life |
| Been down for all this time, so I been tryna see what heavin' like |
| Tryna get me but they miss |
| I say these niggas ain’t been steppin' right |
| I ain’t worried about that shit, I tell my momma I’m forever fine |
| Know I keep that iron, I remember when Lil Dave died |
| I done seen Montana cryin' when Dump had left I play it safe now |
| She fuck with the opps, she can not be my bae now |
| Got 'em mad they want they beam on top the diamond on my face |
| Everybody I speak about, they know I ain’t lyin' |
| I ain’t never capped out |
| Get my brother to slang that iron, these niggas be dyin' |
| They say I flashed out |
| I’m too ahead of my time, I’m overdue |
| That’s what the hate be 'bout |
| I ain’t scared, know that I could die |
| You could get it too |
| Niggas want my soul, get 'em gone, I’m gon' stunt sum |
| Industry don’t like me cause I’m thuggin' and I’m dangerous |
| Gangsta, how a nigga came in and leavin' out |
| Gangsta, hope that’s what I scream while I’m bleedin' out |
| Thug life, too rich for this so I been tryna live a low life |
| Been down for all this time, so I been tryna see what heavin' like |
| Tryna get me, but they miss |
| I say these niggas ain’t been steppin' right |
| I ain’t worried about that shit, I tell my momma I’m forever fine |
| I’m steady screamin' gang baby, granny gran' baby righteous |
| Three hundred bands later, I still ain’t drop and y’all united |
| They say Lil Tim the biggest opp |
| Stepped on that boy, don’t do no fightin' |
| Yellow tape, Glocks, macs and carbons |
| Fuck the industry, don’t like us |
| Two hundred grand out for your pockets |
| Like fuck that let me buy the body |
| They know we really 'bout it, 'bout it |
| Straight, no Playboi Carti |
| They say that I’m the walkin' dead |
| So I’m on point inside this Rari |
| Got to make sure one inside the head |
| Before I walk inside this party |
| I guess that it could get wicked |
| Extensions stuffed in my glizzy |
| I think I’m over committed |
| Disloyal, that’s all these niggas |
| Can’t trust 'em, that’s all these bitches |
| They will change with the quickness |
| Forget about you in prison |
| Guess it’s safe to say keep your distance |
| Hold on I need a minute, I go, I’m goin' like Nipsey |
| Screamin' out that I’m crippin', It’s many niggas gon' feel me |
| Drug dealers and killers, we standin' on nation business |
| Over a couple million, I put it back in the trenches |
| Never, I won’t surrender and always I’m gon' remember |
| 30 clip it get empty, I take it from out my denim |
| 30 crips bangin' sixties, they wit' me ain’t got no temper |
| Situations get sticky, I’m standin' up wit' my pistol |
| My bitch actin' like she don’t need me |
| I’m leavin', don’t even trip on it |
| I’m leanin', another reason to get gon' |
| While rockin' a Yeezy, Adida, I pray to Jesus I get home |
| I’m just tryna make a hundred G’s off this flip phone |
| Niggas want my soul, get 'em gone, I’m gon' stunt sum |
| Industry don’t like me cause I’m thuggin' and I’m dangerous |
| Gangsta, how a nigga came in and leavin' out |
| Gangsta, hope that’s what I scream while I’m bleedin' out |
| Thug life, too rich for this so I been tryna live a low life |
| Been down for all this time, so I been tryna see what heavin' like |
| Tryna get me, but they miss |
| I say these niggas ain’t been steppin' right |
| I ain’t worried about that shit, I tell my momma I’m forever fine |