Gang…Gang (Gang Gang Gang)
Look
(C blu)
I’m not mack but the like how I’m ballin’
I’m like pass me the rock, ain’t no scorin’
I shot and I knew I had their whole squad fallin’
Linked up once but not twice, she was borin’
Turn that phone off if your boyfriend keep callin’
Hit him after and say you was whorin’
If he asked you it was with C blu
Yeah, the n#gg# who was screaming at who
I be spinning so much, yeah they calling me beyblade
Letting off shots while I’m screaming out RayRay
Spinning the G and I’m looking for DayRay
And you know I won’t trip about weed
Cuz you know I can’t go out like DayDay
I be damned if I go out like DayDay
That boy a [?] he fell off the roof
If you feeling like [?]…
Pop me a perk got me feeling like you
Bеat her on her back make hеr flat like the [?]
You can’t handle the smoke ain’t no taken
They say that they love me do they really mean it
I told em’ the [?] hopping out with the demons
[?] Hold up
If I don’t got the gun he get poked up
Know I’m smoking explosive like jokes up
That’s word to my mother I love clearing blocks
[?]… that b#tch getting shot
Give me a .22 it fit in my pocket
Mask on just in case that I flock it
Don’t got the gun then I’m moving like Jason
That boy ran so fast we thought he was racin’
[?]…
These hoes wanna f#ck, yeah they call me famous
That p#ss# boy upped it, ain’t oot
Why you going on drills if you anxious
If you up on C blu you better flame it
Cuz you know when I spit I go dumb
I ain’t hop out the V while they run
I was just trying to have me some fun
Tryna mix a new opp with some runtz
Country died for some chick that’s tough
Wherever I go, yeah it’s tough
If you think that I’m lacking you dumb
Red dot to your head now your Hindu
Yeah, this F.N keeps bullets like pencils
If you run, yeah, these bullets gone get you
GRAA
IF YOU RUN THESE BULLETS GONE GET YOU (C blu)
2 Pac of the month that’s nothin’
[?] Got shot in his muffin’
Too many opps I don’t know who I’m puffin’
Beam on the Glock, ain’t no [?] you runnin’
Masked up so I’m uppin’ in public
Feel like Cetti always off to somethin’
8 of us, b#tch you know I ain’t cuffin’
[?] But tossin’
Ain’t a knocker I ain’t with the tusslin’
.30 stick on me but I ain’t no drummer
[?] ain’t make it to summer
He was talking sh#t, had his gun tucked
Smoking dummy know it f#cked my lungs up
Me and C blu like Jackie and Tucker
Slide through the block and they ducking for cover
Only the Ray I don’t f#ck with no other
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