Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Niggaz , by - BandgangRelease date: 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 |