Gang sh*t lyrics

by

Quando Rondo


[Intro]
Ayy, free D-Dawg
Ayy, 4KTrey
b*tch ass n*gga, ayy, ain't nobody, ain't nobody safe
Northside 38, we put guns to the face, who gon' die today?

[Chorus]
Gang sh*t, blow your brain, b*tch, who you playin' with?
Pistols get to sparkin', do no talkin', get your mans hit
Them gunners go to tweakin', pop your top, that be that kill switch
That sh*t you talkin' phony, run up on me, you get killed, b*tch
Uh, uh, bangin' 4KTrey, oh, she a slime b*tch?
Plus she got some tricks that's up her sleeve that blow your mind, sh*t
When it come to me, she never scared, she bust that fire quick
Hold on, b*tch, I really been that, I ain't tryin'

[Verse 1]
Taliban, I get a b*tch to make 'em buy the iron
He got them, nothin' but convicted felons off of my end
Dive in, I promise after that you gon' get shot then
Green flags in matte black Range Rovers and green FN's
I ain't them dudes, b*tch, you gon' pop who? Oh, you should try then
b*tch, I be that n*gga c*ck it back and go to firin'
I'm bustin', no discussion, after that, you hear them sirens
Came in buckin', that sh*t turnt us up, then people end up dying
Feelin' good, I got drugs in my body
Lookin' for me, come and see me in the back 'cause I ain't hidin'
Cut up, don't try to stop me, b*tch, I see you watchin'
Make my shooter kill a n*gga, then whack the b*tch who drivin'
[Chorus]
Gang sh*t, blow your brain, b*tch, who you playin' with?
Pistols get to sparkin', do no talkin', get your mans hit
Them gunners go to tweakin', pop your top, that be that kill switch
That sh*t you talkin' phony, run up on me, you get killed, b*tch
Uh, uh, bangin' 4KTrey, oh, she a slime b*tch?
Plus she got some tricks that's up her sleeve that blow your mind, sh*t
When it come to me, she never scared, she bust that fire quick
Hold on, b*tch, I really been that, I ain't tryin'

[Verse 2]
She gon' pop the cat for me and make it act bipolar
She was in the bed, let's get to clappin', leave her rollin' over
Back to back, I stab it, I was leanin', started dreamin', dozin'
You know what I mean, off them beans tryna bend it over
You showin' off your gun, well n*gga, pop it then
I ain't sharin' none of my hundreds out my pocket, friend
What you on, say you drove? Need to stop it then
With them tools, I make blues, blow this like a harmonica
Say you gon' stamp me, put your mammy on that front row
I go to blappin' where you standin' with that Draco
These n*ggas some hoes, your best interest is to lay low
You say it's up so I catch you, b*tch, I'ma knock your f*ckin' face low
On gang, n*gga

[Chorus]
Gang sh*t, blow your brain, b*tch, who you playin' with?
Pistols get to sparkin', do no talkin', get your mans hit
Them gunners go to tweakin', pop your top, that be that kill switch
That sh*t you talkin' phony, run up on me, you get killed, b*tch
Uh, uh, bangin' 4KTrey, oh, she a slime b*tch?
Plus she got some tricks that's up her sleeve that blow your mind, sh*t
When it come to me, she never scared, she bust that fire quick
Hold on, b*tch, I really been that, I ain't tryin'
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