G.A.N.G. !@#$% lyrics

by

DJ Drama


[Intro]
Pass the weed. Ay n*gga, ay you seen that b*tch Chloe upstairs, n*gga? b*tch was damn near dancin' on my leg, n*gga. Ay, ay kill that sh*t. Now who the f*ck is that over there? That don't look like Gotti car? That is that n*gga sh*t. These n*ggas tryna ride on us, n*gga. f*ck that. Hey everybody take your positions, I gotta get my sh*t upstairs, man. Hey, T Ray, you comin' with me, man. Thes n*ggas ain't finna f*ckin' ride on us

[Verse]
As I stand here in this f*ckin' mirror
Pistol in my hand, it’s nothin' but bloody stairs
Cold glasses, watchin' up in the stairs
They watchin' from a corner, cops hop the blocks on her
I tried to make paper, was makin' the block warmer
Aroma of gettin' cake and chasin' cash, tag laser like
I got a stripper that’s workin' for good dollars
I predict myself later in life for some good father
Conflicts of a n*gga, so I feel it
sh*t I ever wrote, I bet this probably be the realest
And this population full of highly poppin' armadillos
It’s only gettin' realer but these n*ggas never book 'em
Back in my days, we sold drugs and never took 'em
But look what it’s comin' into
I’m livin' in a war and got pus*y up on my mental
n*ggas murdered my cousin in front of my grandmother, you the one that had vent to
When rappers got the nerve to make you kill, it’s uneventful
f*ckin' murderer, rappers find you and murder you
That could change me to the same word that I heard you were
But I don’t care about the cycle though
I’m 'bout to lift 'em in the air like you’re Michael yo
A pair of Jordans, black clothin', the Air Forces
Woke up leanin' somethin' like I pad noxious
f*ck the clutch and grab the Nina and that new tutu
Pulled it out from under the sweater and tu tu tuf
[Chorus]
n*ggas, young ringin', gun singin' like
Young ringin', gun singin' like

[Verse 2]
Still in shock, never ran up off the block
'Til I felt the shot nearly ring across my top
100 meter dash was the way I start to drop
Thinkin' at my thoughts like damn, man I shot
Another n*gga, could’ve been some n*ggas’ pops
Or brother n*gga, hustle figure, help a n*gga’s guap more
Wasted out was n*ggas, been addicted to this pot
Instead of gettin' guap, n*ggas got evicted from the spot
Could’ve picked the lock, should’ve been a n*gga but I’m not
That ignorant just figured that this bickerin' will stop
Liquor run this shot, gotta get my mind off that
Back on guard, my mind on track
Livin' a life of sellin' drugs to n*ggas gettin' signed off rap
Wasn’t in my plans, neither was this gun up in my hand
But you know how n*ggas get, not knowin' why n*ggas weird
And n*ggas is old and stupid, always doin' hot n*gga sh*t like
f*ck 'em, can’t without 'em, I duck 'em
I figured that if them n*ggas is with you, there ain’t no trust in you
You love' em from a distance, doin' thug don’t go with n*ggas
'Cause that could be your greater reason why you’re here in prison
See first 48, I seen the closest n*ggas snitchin'
And since then, I ain’t been provokin' n*ggas when they see
I rather can and deal your man the handle on my business then
Dip into the light like I was damn near fishin', gang
[Outro]
Ay, f*ck out, f*ck out, n*gga. Ay Tory, Tory n*gga. Get the f*ck in the car, we gotta get the f*ck up outta here. sh*t. f*ck man, these n*ggas got Mugz and Bogs, my n*gga. God f*ck. sh*t. Ay my n*gga, ay n*gga, wake the f*ck up right now, my n*gga. I feel like I'm havin' a prophecy or somethin', n*gga. n*gga, Mugz and Bogs ain't get a second chance, n*gga but we did. We gotta make it straight with God, n*gga. sh*t, we don't even know if it's gon' be a second chance next time, Tory. Ay Tory, ay wake the f*ck up, my n*gga. Tory
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