Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My Niggaz, artist - Bandgang
Date of issue: 02.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
My Niggaz |
This for all my niggas gone |
This for all my niggas in the cell |
Hold y’all head, ayy |
Gon' keep this shit goin' nigga (fuck whoever snitchin') |
Shit ain’t gon' never stop nigga (fuck all the opps) |
Y’all know how we comin' nigga |
The family, ayy, ayy, ayy |
Came from nothing nigga |
Real shit, I really had to struggle niggas (them facts) |
Whole team gone so it’s really down to a couple niggas (them facts) |
Brodie took the time, ain’t say a word, that’s why I love you nigga (love you |
bro) |
We was down bad, we’ll take somethin' like fuck a nigga (fuck him) |
Shit got real, feds sent pressure, got the whole fam locked (free gang) |
Brodie ain’t learn, he still keep a gun, he just like Hancock (damn) |
Mozzy where you at? |
I’m headed your way, hoppin' on the red eye (here I come) |
Long way from home, still got a real killer on standby |
That money ain’t changed shit |
Only brung the people on us (man) |
Ain’t no easy lick, you better let him know |
We keep them pistols on us (we keep them bitches) |
Don’t worry nigga, we gon' wake 'em up |
For them bitches sleepin' on us (huh?) |
RIP Dots, keep watchin' over |
Gang gang, bitch free the soldiers, nigga |
This for my niggas dead and gone |
This for my niggas that’s all locked |
This for my niggas sendin' them thangs |
This for my niggas sittin' in them spots |
Feds put on that pressure, bitches tried to take us out |
Had to make it through that storm, I had to switch all my routes |
This for my niggas dead and gone |
This for my niggas that’s all locked |
This for my niggas sendin' them thangs |
This for my niggas sittin' in them spots |
Feds put on that pressure, bitches tried to take us out |
Had to make it through that storm, I had to switch all my routes |
We into poppin' niggas even though that shit come with consequences |
Ain’t try the gang life, I told lil brother stay optimistic |
You gotta fall back when you be doin' hits, you can’t talk to niggas |
He need a JPay for that flip phone so he can call the killers |
I fuck with Lil Dallas 'cause he want for nothin' |
Yeah he end up ballin' zilla |
The army keep callin' and callin' |
I told him I got him tomorrow nigga |
Go vow for your people and treat 'em all equal |
If they real ball them niggas |
Shout out to shooters, they shoot up your Uber |
If you in the car with niggas |
Shout out my granny, she posted my bond |
When they tried to charge a nigga |
I know I’m a target, stash for the carbon |
We gotta move smarter nigga |
For the love of the gang, don’t mention the name |
And that’s on my daughter nigga |
For the love of the gang, don’t mention the name |
And that’s on my daughter nigga |
This for my niggas dead and gone |
This for my niggas that’s all locked |
This for my niggas sendin' them thangs |
This for my niggas sittin' in them spots |
Feds put on that pressure, bitches tried to take us out |
Had to make it through that storm, I had to switch all my routes |
This for my niggas dead and gone |
This for my niggas that’s all locked |
This for my niggas sendin' them thangs |
This for my niggas sittin' in them spots |
Feds put on that pressure, bitches tried to take us out |
Had to make it through that storm, I had to switch all my routes |
Made it through that storm nigga, all I seen was a drought |
Man that bitch seen me on the 'Gram, now my dick all in her mouth |
Got my bitch snortin' that Rick James, slumpin' all on my couch |
Got them bows for the LeBron James, twenty-three, they en route |
Two of my niggas turned fed |
Can’t wait to hear they dead, hey, hey |
One of my niggas burned bread |
Hit him everywhere but his head, hey, hey |
Them boys I’m with don’t rat |
Them boys I’m with, they shred |
Hey them boys I’m with don’t care |
Fuck around and rob your kids |
Hey I got this lil black steel |
For niggas they thinkin' they big, hey |
How you rollin' with a snitch |
Nigga and you know he a pig? |
Hey don’t lie to me say that’s cookies |
Nigga you know that’s mid |
Hey bitch don’t ask what’s in my cup |
Bitch you know that’s red, hey |
Bitch we made it through it |
And if there’s any problems we bring capers to it |
Sweet money fluid, we was movin' foolish, Glocks, fuck a coolant |
Man my mama praid for me daily |
I’m good mom, pray for them babies |
Shooters goin' brazy, watch the news daily |
Make sure they gravy, know the opps hate me, huh |
I ain’t never told on shit, doesn’t make sense, why would I snitch? |
They can come with A, yeah they gonna come with |
We gon' kill anybody, you can go get it |
Tip to the death, nigga how could I switch? |
Dog was our dog 'til he told, now he bitch |
Rollie on wrist, wet your whole fit |
The biddy never sold, real gang gang bitch |
Lost twenty niggas to the chain gang quick |
Zone on his way, he’ll bang that bitch |
too, tuck your chain in bitch |
Silly nigga Christmas, got green like the Grinch |
Can’t go broke 'cause the fiends need fix |
Had good aim without the beam on the fifth |
Rich or poor I’ma still squeeze it out the bitch |
If I wasn’t rappin' I’d still be hittin' licks, bitch |
This for my niggas dead and gone |
This for my niggas that’s all locked |
This for my niggas sendin' them thangs |
This for my niggas sittin' in them spots |
Feds put on that pressure, bitches tried to take us out |
Had to make it through that storm, I had to switch all my routes |
This for my niggas dead and gone |
This for my niggas that’s all locked |
This for my niggas sendin' them thangs |
This for my niggas sittin' in them spots |
Feds put on that pressure, bitches tried to take us out |
Had to make it through that storm, I had to switch all my routes |