Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Sleep Gang, artist - KXNG Crooked. Date of issue: 14.04.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Sleep Gang |
| No sleep gang, insomnia gang |
| We out here trafficking, that mean I’mma find me a lane |
| You wanna be celebrities, you remind me of lames |
| But I got bars, when I’m through selling these, I’mma buy me some fame |
| All about that mulah holla, I’m a Rottweiler with an iced out collar |
| Prada frames, Long Beach top shotta |
| I don’t count on niggas but I might count dollars |
| I don’t count on hoes but I might count dollars |
| I don’t count on haters but I might count |
| Bottles in the VIP when the club turn the lights out |
| I’m on the white couch yelling out |
| Bang bang bang, no sleep gang |
| Bang bang bang, no sleep gang |
| OG man, how the dope fiends came |
| Get em so hooked, call a dope T-Pain |
| Cardo on the beat, then it’s no keychain |
| Push to start, then a Crook to park |
| Seats vibrate when the dope beat bang |
| Drank the sip, nigga kush to spark |
| Bang bang bang, no sleep gang |
| Bang bang bang, no sleep gang |
| Bang bang bang, nigga no sleep gang |
| Fuck sleep, get that money my nigga |
| Fuck sleep, get that money my nigga |
| Fuck sleep, get that money my nigga |
| Fuck sleep, get that money my nigga |
| Fuck sleep, get that money my nigga |
| Smoke in the club, roll that up |
| Drank in the club, pour that up |
| Haters in the club, so damn what |
| If it don’t make money then it don’t add up |
| No sleep gang, roll that up |
| No sleep gang, throw that up |
| No sleep gang, throw that up |
| If it don’t make money then you don’t add up |
| House in the hills, thousands and mill’s |
| Getting wild in the field with your spouse in Brazil |
| On ounces and pills, how does it feel? |
| To count dollar bills, to count dollar bills |
| No sleep gang, insomnia gang |
| Raised by some O dogs, that’s why I polly with 'caine |
| They pushed rock in the 90's, they remind me of Dame |
| Hundred on the dash, Jordan’s on the gas |
| Pull the top back while I’m sliding through the lanes |
| Yelling bang bang bang, no sleep gang |
| Bang bang bang, no sleep gang |
| Do-si-do with a ho he claim |
| In the low-key mode, know she throw me brain |
| And I know she know, chain and the cross |
| C.O.B, I’m the COB gang boss |
| Bitch threw a molly in her own champagne |
| This time around y’all can’t blame Ross |
| Momma told me I couldn’t behave |
| To that dollar was Crooked a slave |
| Now I’m a master, fly right past ya |
| Louis Vuitton sneakers one foot in the grave |
| But before I die let me tell you this |
| I’mma ball on you niggas, I can tell your pissed |
| Talk about I took your wife out all night |
| Nigga don’t tell me, homie tell your bitch |
| Bang bang bang, no sleep gang |