GANG GANG (feat. Lil Wayne)

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So used to them grey clouds, I might fuck 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

Spend a quarter mill' on the watch and the chain

I'm just tryna put a lock on the game

Hot shit from this Glock when it flames, yeah, yeah, yeah

Young nigga up now, remember back then niggas clowned on me

Now from the Heaven gates, only way a nigga lookin' down on me

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

With my niggas till 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 shit, 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 fuck 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

Spend a quarter mill' on the watch and the chain

I'm just tryna put a lock on the game

Hot shit from this Glock when it flames, yeah, yeah, yeah

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

Heard niggas got money out on my head, tell 'em: Come crown the king (Huh)

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

Bratt-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 (Yeah), Lil' Slime Gotti (Uh)

That ain't the 'Ghini, lil' bitch that's a 'Gatti (Skrrt)

Promethazine me, a P on the [?]

I hid fettuccine from the federales

I'm like Rick Pitino or John Calipari

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 nigga, I slide a ho (Ooh)

I bang on anybody gang

And I ball with all my slimin' hoes

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 shining gold

Used to the grey clouds

I might fuck 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

Spend a whole mill' on the watch and the chain

I'm just tryna put a lock on the game

Hot shit from this Glock when it flames, yeah

Polo G, Tunechi Lee (Yeah)

Call me Capalotty