Lyrics

Gang, like RPT 4 Sev 4 Sev, like Gang, Gang, Gang, nigga Ayo Y to the Gz, Gz to the sky nigga Never put a O before my Y, like And I fell in love with my ratchet They say shooting a sport I turned that to a habit And my 40; it stretch him elastic And I do this for gang, so I got it tatted You know I can't fuck with no wack bitch I need one of kind like really a bad bitch I swear I be fiending to blast him If we spinning, we see him, told Remo to pack him And she said it's my chains for her She said "Dthang you sexy you know that you different" And they know it's no changing us You can't chill on my block if you don't put in pain for us I told bro just geek And the smoochies around cus they just want the fame from us I told Gz just speed Cause thе 46 around and you know they be chasing us We gon bend they block We got unlimited shots Creep through they block tryna catch us a opp But these niggas be rats they be talking to cops Oh he talking hot? So he gotta drop How many opps done died on they block OY, OGz you get put in a box like But I don't do the politicking like But these niggas be dissing Keep saying my name, like these niggas is bitches And rule number one if we see him start clicking I just been toting my smith & And Bando been toting the 9 All of my opps they bums, most of them folded A lot of them niggas done died And shawty be fiending for clout Bunny hop, drilly bop when I nut in her mouth And I damn near think imma slouch If he reach for my chain leave his brains on the couch And this shit it'll get physical like Like we'll get rid of you And my knocks so loud I ain't hearing you Both of them got shot, one lived It's a miracle like RPT EBK y'know we them problems I know Gunna gon hop out and spark em Oh you smoking on bro better have you a knocker When we catch him send him to the doctor And we going up ain't nothing gon stop us I know Refee gon shoot tryna be the top shotta And I'm number one on the roster Fuck EK we be smoking his father And I fell in love with my ratchet They say shooting a sport I turned that to a habit And my 40; it stretch him elastic And I do this for gang, so I got it tatted You know I can't fuck with no wack bitch I need one of kind like really a bad bitch I swear I be fiending to blast him If we spinning, we see him told Remo to pack him And she said it's my chains for her She said "Dthang you sexy you know that you different" And they know it's no changing us Can't chill on my block if you don't put in pain for us I told bro just geek And the smoochies around cus they just want the fame from us I told Gz just speed Cause the 46 around and you know they be chasing us Yo it's that Dthang nigga Make em get jiggy before we shoot em ya heard Rip Woo Graa Graa Graa Graa Boom Graa Graa Boom
Writer(s): Charles Taylor, Daniel Collins Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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