Gangland lyrics

[Intro]
Future Hendrix
Yeah
It ain't a secret
Straight up

[Verse 1]
I'm the one that got the presi' flooded
You wear more Chanel than anybody
You the type to get your man indicted
I'm the type to pull up in a Spider
I'm the type to drive a Honda
Put a hundred round clip inside a dirty rifle
It's dirty when it got a homi' on it
f*ck that n*gga, put a bounty on him
I'm the one that put that dirty in the cup
Had you sippin', noddin' off, n*gga
You was gettin' fronted, runnin' off, n*gga
I made myself to a boss, n*gga
Put a hundred carats in a cross, n*gga
Spent two hundred thousand on a cross, n*gga
Can't never sleep 'cause it'll cost n*ggas
They can never see my palms sweatin'
You'd've never seen the hunger in me
I'm so sick and tired of being humble, n*gga
This money put a lot of demons in me
Went and tatted all these angels on me
f*ck that n*gga, put a tracker on him
Then we throw a pep rally on him
These commas coming in, these haters coming in
The karma coming back from when I was gettin' it in
Baby mama tryna sue again
Bought my little ones Christian Louboutins
Give my n*gga commissary in the pen'
Got the federales on a n*gga chin
f*ck the Benz, I'ma whip the Spur
Said f*ck my Spur and bought my b*tch a Ghost
I'm full of syrup and I'm seeing ghosts
I'm pushing heir' like the N.O.
[Interlude]
You know we got that boy-boy like New Orleans, you hear me?
We runnin' that pack through Chi-Town, Memphis
All up through B-More and DC
Back down South, you hear me?

[Chorus]
Lil Mexico turf a gangland (Woo)
I'm ABK like I'm Zona Man (Zona)
That's Any Body Killa, n*gga (n*gga)
Do you got the heart to kill a n*gga? (Splatt)
A hundred thousand for a lawyer (A lawyer)
It gotta be a Johnnie Cochran (A Cochran)
We take the dope from off the border (The border)
From the water, put it in some water (Then whip it)

[Verse 2]
Know some Mexicanos down in Georgia (My migos)
We on every channel when we poppin'
Hit him in the head and start braggin' 'bout it
They on 7th Street, they got a bunch of bodies
Got a bunch of chains, my neck is very crowded
When I flood the streets, they have a powder shower
Know the recipe, you need to learn about it
Finessin' n*ggas, gotta learn about it
I could cook it in the microwave
I got your baby mama with the sh*ts
I got your son sitting on a brick
My teacher said I wouldn't be sh*t (f*ck her)
She even know what I represent
Freeband Gang president
Money over everything, n*gga
And everything else irrelevant
[Interlude]
Yeah
Woo
Woo
Skrrt
Brrat

[Chorus]
Lil Mexico turf a gangland (Yeah)
I'm ABK like I'm Zona Man (Woo)
That's Any Body Killa, n*gga (Woo)
Do you got the heart to kill a n*gga? (Skrrt)
A hundred thousand for a lawyer (f*ck 'em)
It gotta be a Johnnie Cochran (Brrat)
We take the dope from off the border (A hundred ounce)
From the water, put it in some water (Brrat)