Gangland (feat. Belly Squad)

(Yah, yah, yah) Runnin' from the boys in blue, all I hear is nee-nor, nee-nor Runnin' from the motherfuckin' boys in blue, all I hear is nee-nor, nee-nor The boydem call my brother moving loose, going up and down like a see saw (skrr) Ever since I got them icy jewels trust me I need more-need more (skrrr) Guns go bang bang (boop, boop), lifestyle gangland (grr, grr) Guns go bang bang (boop, boop), lifestyle gangland (grr, grr) Guns go bang bang (yeah), lifestyle gangland (yeah) Guns go bang bang (yeah), lifestyle gangland (yeah) Alright, rap game it's a piece of cake Young bull called shots like Theresa May Said she saw a nigga pull up in the french gilet Chucka chucka tell a broke girl ándale When I'm in the five, Holly doing doughnuts in the whip Ghetto fabulous, I got my zoobie in the pic Young boy spent a pretty penny on the kicks Big bro said he blew a monkey on the wrist Don't you know bout guns and butter Take a call and make Suge Knight come up That your chick I had her last summer Find a girl with bad bitch antenna No ziggy all these niggas wanna be like me Fuck bad B's, rocka fella G like me Price increase, couldn't spend a night with me Night with T, we fucking up a check with ease Runnin' from the boys in blue, all I hear is nee-nor, nee-nor Runnin' from the motherfuckin' boys in blue, all I hear is nee-nor, nee-nor The boydem call my brother moving loose, going up and down like a see saw (skrr) Ever since I got them icy jewels trust me I need more-need more (skrrr) Guns go bang bang (boop, boop), lifestyle gangland (grr, grr) Guns go bang bang (boop, boop), lifestyle gangland (grr, grr) Guns go bang bang (yeah), lifestyle gangland (yeah) Guns go bang bang (yeah), lifestyle gangland (yeah) I've been high, and I've been low I'm in the booth making moves while my niggas move kilos Doesn't matter what you see bro We get slippery 'round here send something through your keyhole She used to never wanna meet though Now she fight for some points like I just took a free throw And we junes all pre-roll Would you hit the ting one time and she wanna give me, yeah I ain't really got the time, what's the pattern? You won't really catch me raving 'cause I'm stacking We do the most, we're doing lows They say they do the rolls though, nah, ain't nothin-nothin' I can't lie, I got mad ting for the ubba My brothers them set trends, no, we don't follow Got a barny from west London and she swallow My brothers them live life, you ain't promise tomorrow Lifestyle gangland-gangland And now my ex wanna know like I'm Santan No games 'round here, this ain't hangman You're just a sad man who's never been a bad man You're talkin' all of this smoke little mad man Heard you don't get no girl, a proper sad man Next thing snapping my phone tryna add man Brown and boujee like that too bad man Runnin' from the boys in blue, all I hear is nee-nor, nee-nor Runnin' from the motherfuckin' boys in blue, all I hear is nee-nor, nee-nor The boydem call my brother moving loose, going up and down like a see saw (skrr) Ever since I got them icy jewels trust me I need more-need more (skrrr) Guns go bang bang (boop, boop), lifestyle gangland (grr, grr) Guns go bang bang (boop, boop), lifestyle gangland (grr, grr) Guns go bang bang (yeah), lifestyle gangland (yeah) Guns go bang bang (yeah), lifestyle gangland (yeah)