GANG GANG

作曲 : Polo G/Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.

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So used to them grey clouds, I might **** around, drop the top in the rain

For the squad, we don't play around, we'll lay 'em down, hit his top close range

He just pretend, he not with the gang

'Member back then, that's an opp, what he banged

Runnin' from jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne

Spent a quarter mill' on the watch and the chain

I'm just tryna put a lock on the game

Hot s**t from this Glock when it flames, yeah, yeah, yeah

Young n***a up now, remember back then n***as clowned on me

Down from the Hеaven gates, only way a n***a lookin' down on me

Keep at lеast two hundred thou' on me, keep at least like thirty rounds on me

With my n***as 'til the wheels fall off, don't care if my ride on E

Gucci slides, Versace robes, palm trees, exotic hoes

Snitchin', he can't right his wrongs, once he play that writing role

Slime s**t, we wipe his nose, feds watchin', might strike a pose

Do a hit, take flight, we gone, we just take the dice and roll

So used to them grey clouds, I might **** around, drop the top in the rain

For the squad, we don't play around, we'll lay 'em down, hit his top close range

He just pretend, he not with the gang

'Member back then, that's an opp, what he banged

Runnin' from jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne

Spent a quarter mill' on the watch and the chain

I'm just tryna put a lock on the game

Hot s**t from this Glock when it flames, yeah, yeah, yeah

Soon as I touch down, them pussy feds be hot on me (Woo)

Heard n***as got money out on my head, tell 'em "Come crown the king" (Hm)

Let the work out though for fourteen days, that's quarantine (Damn)

I poured my heart out before my lean, baby, no R&B (Yeah)

Six-six deuce, my Piru, big suuwoo, slime my crew

Slatt, slatt, slatt, a-achoo, wipe his nose, God bless you

Blatt-blatt-blatt, I'm not through

Blatt-tat-tat, duck-duck-goose

Two big guns on me for the smoke

It's uncle Snoop and Martha Stew'

Call me Capalotty (Woo), Big Slimalini (Uh), Lil' Slime Gotti (Yeah)

That ain't the 'Ghini, lil' b***h that's a 'Gatti (Skrrt)

Promethazine me, a P on the

I hid fettuccine from the federales

I'm like Rick Pitino or John Caliparri

I'm leadin' my team, yeah, right to the finals

That money talking and we talkin' private

I'm not correspondin', hold on

Gucci slides and Versace robes (Ooh)

I slide a n***a, I slide a ho (Ooh)

I bang on anybody gang

And I ball with all my slimy

On gang-gang, on Hollygrove

No plain jane, I smoke Zario

And when the rain came I put the top down

Under the dark clouds, I'm shiny gold

Used to the grey clouds, I might **** around and drop the top in the rain (Yeah, yeah)

For the squad, we don't play around, we'll lay 'em down, hit his top close range (Top close range)

He just pretend, he not with the gang

'Member back then, that's an opp, what he banged

Runnin' from jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne

Spent a quarter mill' on the watch and the chain

I'm just tryna put a lock on the game

Hot s**t from this Glock when it flames, yeah

Polo G, Tunechi Lee (Yeah)

Call me Capalotty