Gangbang lyrics

by

DOM KENNEDY


[Intro: YG]
Gang bang
Slap a b*tch n*gga out to get
Gang, gang bang
Slap a b*tch n*gga out to get a grip
Gang bang
Slap a b*tch n*gga out to get
Gang, gang bang
Slap a b*tch n*gga out to get a grip

[Chorus: YG]
Gang bang
Slap a b*tch n*gga out to get
Gang, gang bang
Slap a b*tch n*gga out to get a grip
Gang, gang bang
Slap a b*tch n*gga out to get
Gang, gang bang
Slap a b*tch n*gga out to get a grip

[Verse 1: YG]
You a b*tch n*gga, you a
If the homie shoot, you'll prolly' snitch n*gga
You ain't runnin' sh*t n*gga
You just run into ya' b*tch n*gga
So I hit em with an uppercut f*ck em up c*ckin b*tches stackin figures
Pack em n*ggas slap em n*ggas the four fifth’ll clap a n*gga
Super bowl team baby green, bay packers
n*gga actin' like we do you
Probably just wanna jock a n*gga
My b*tch bad, red rag
Red shoe strings
Give a b*tch di*k, now the b*tch havin' mood swings
Walking down Rosecrans looking like I stole something
She said YG, what b*tch 400!
Your boyfriends a b*tch I dont like that n*gga
If I see him in the club Im'a fight that n*gga
No Mike Tyson, won't bite that n*gga
But Im a blood, so I'mma Suge Knight that n*gga
BOW!
[Chorus: YG]
Gang bang
Slap a b*tch n*gga out to get
Gang, gang bang
Slap a b*tch n*gga out to get a grip
Gang, gang bang
Slap a b*tch n*gga out to get
Gang, gang bang
Slap a b*tch n*gga out to get a grip
Gang bang
Slap a b*tch n*gga out to get
Gang, gang bang
Slap a b*tch n*gga out to get a grip
Gang, gang bang
Slap a b*tch n*gga out to get
Gang, gang bang
Slap a b*tch n*gga out to get a grip

[Verse 2: TeeCee4800]
Gang bang
Slap a b*tch n*gga out to get a grip
Flip a brick, hit a lick, n*ggas out in hoodvich
Never broke, 'less I knock a n*gga out and I kept the phone
Im a crip, but I love a redbone
Town swag, cashed out swag
My n*ggas we don't dream, but we put it in the bag
Everything fast, ever since my first pass
I ain't never look back, when a n*gga was in the back
No I'm not number one but I stay with the mac
My n*gga bust front, we ain't gotta bust back
Talkin' all that sh*t, my n*ggas we pullin' triggers
You don't want the vaca', but y'all all eat a n*gga
Uh, you n*ggas is straight b*tches
You n*ggas is straight marks
Straight up snitches
My n*ggas is all with it
Straight up crippin
My n*ggas is slappin b*tches, cuz we straight up pimpin
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