LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeGang Shit
Ayy, free D-DawgAyy, 4KTreyBitch ass nigga, ayy, ain't nobody, ain't nobody safeNorthside 38, we put guns to the face, who gon' die today?Gang shit, blow your brain, bitch, who you playin' with?Pistols get to sparkin', do no talkin', get your mans hitThem gunners go to tweakin', pop your top, that be that kill switchThat shit you talkin' phony, run up on me, you get killed, bitchUh, uh, bangin' 4KTrey, oh, she a slime bitch?Plus she got some tricks that's up her sleeve that blow your mind, shitWhen it come to me, she never scared, she bust that fire quickHold on, bitch, I really been that, I ain't tryin'Taliban, I get a bitch to make 'em buy the ironHe got them, nothin' but convicted felons off of my endDive in, I promise after that you gon' get shot thenGreen flags in matte black Range Rovers and green FN'sI ain't them dudes, bitch, you gon' pop who? Oh, you should try thenBitch, I be that nigga cock it back and go to firin'I'm bustin', no discussion, after that, you hear them sirensCame in buckin', that shit turnt us up, then people end up dyingFeelin' good, I got drugs in my bodyLookin' for me, come and see me in the back 'cause I ain't hidin'Cut up, don't try to stop me, bitch, I see you watchin'Make my shooter kill a nigga, then whack the bitch who drivin'Gang shit, blow your brain, bitch, who you playin' with?Pistols get to sparkin', do no talkin', get your mans hitThem gunners go to tweakin', pop your top, that be that kill switchThat shit you talkin' phony, run up on me, you get killed, bitchUh, uh, bangin' 4KTrey, oh, she a slime bitch?Plus she got some tricks that's up her sleeve that blow your mind, shitWhen it come to me, she never scared, she bust that fire quickHold on, bitch, I really been that, I ain't tryin'She gon' pop the cat for me and make it act bipolarShe was in the bed, nigga get to clappin', Leave her rollin' overBack to back, I stab it, I was leanin' started dreamin', dozin'You know what I mean, off them beans tryna bend it overYou showin' off your gun, well nigga, pop it thenI ain't sharin' none of my hundreds out my pocket, friendWhat you on, say you drove? Need to stop it thenWith them tools, I make blues, blow this like a harmonicaSay you gon' stamp me, put yo mammy on that front rowI go to blappin' where you standin' with that DracoThese niggas some hoes, your best interest is to lay lowYou say it's up so I catch you, bitch, I'ma knock your fuckin' face lowOn gang, niggaGang shit, blow your brain, bitch, who you playin' with?Pistols get to sparkin', do no talkin', get your mans hitThem gunners go to tweakin', pop your top, that be that kill switchThat shit you talkin' phony, run up on me, you get killed, bitchUh, uh, bangin' 4KTrey, oh, she a slime bitch?Plus she got some tricks that's up her sleeve that blow your mind, shitWhen it come to me, she never scared, she bust that fire quickHold on, bitch, I really been that, I ain't tryin'
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