Gangland

[Intro:]

Future Hendrix

Yeah

It ain't a secret

Straight up

[Verse:]

I'm the one who got the presi' flooded

You wear more chanel than anybody?

You the type to get ya man indicted

I'm the type to pull up in a Spider

I'm the type to drive a hummer

Put a hunna round clip in a dirty riffle

It's dirty when it got a homi on it

Fuck that nigga put a bounty on em

I'm the one that put that dirty in the cup

Had you sippin' noddin' off nigga

You was gettin' fronted runnin' off nigga

I made myself to a boss nigga

Put a hundred carats in a cross nigga

Put a 200 thousand on a cross nigga

Could never sleep cause it a cost niggas

They can never see my palms sweaty

You a never seen the hunger in me

I'm sick and tired of being humbled nigga

This money put a lot of demons in me

Went and tatted all these angels on me

Fuck that nigga put a tracker on em

Then we throw a Pat Riley on em

These commas coming in

These haters coming in

The karma coming back from when I was gettin' it in

My baby mama tryna sue again

Bought my littles wins Christian Louboutins

Get my nigga Conversary in the pen

Got the federallies on a nigga chin

Fuck the Benz, imma whip the Spur

Fuck my Spur & bought my bitch a Ghost

I'm full of syrup and I'm seeing ghost

I'm pushing Heroin right through NO

[Pre-Hook:]

Got that boy boy like New Orleans ya hear me?

Runnin that pack through Chi Town, Memphis, All up through B More & DC

[Hook:]

Lil' Mexico turf a gang land

Maybe Kane like I'm Soloman

Does anybody kill a nigga?

Do you have the heart to kill a nigga?

100 thousand for a lawyer, gotta be a Johnnie Cochran.

Take the dope off the border, from the water, put it in the water

[Verse 2:]

Know some Mexicanos down in Georgia(my migos)

We on every channel when we pop it

Hit em in the head and start braggin' bout it

They on 7th street

They gotta bunch of bodies

Gotta bunch of chains

My neck is very crowded

When I flood the street

They have a powder shower

Know the recipe, you need to learn about it

Finnesin' niggas, gotta learn about it

I could cook it in the microwave

I got ya baby momma with the shits

Got ya son sittin' on a brick

My teacher said I wouldn't be shit

She even know what I represent

Free Band Gang President

Money up, everything nigga

Everything else irrelevant

[Hook]