Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song GANG GANG, artist - Polo G. Date of issue: 02.12.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
GANG GANG |
| Uh |
| So used to them gray clouds, I might fuck around, drop the top in the rain |
| For the squad, we don't play around, we'll lay him down, hit his top close range |
| He just pretend, he not with the gang |
| 'Member back then, ask an opp what he bang |
| Runnin' from the jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne |
| Spend a quarter mil' on the watch and the chain |
| I'm just tryna put a lock on the game |
| Hot shit from this Glock when it flame |
| Young nigga up now, 'member 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 mе, keep at least like thirty rounds on me |
| With my niggas 'til thе 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 writin' 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 gray clouds, I might fuck around, drop the top in the rain |
| For the squad, we don't play around, we'll lay him down, hit his top close range |
| He just pretend, he not with the gang |
| 'Member back then, ask an opp what he bang |
| Runnin' from the jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne |
| Spend a quarter mil' on the watch and the chain |
| I'm just tryna put a lock on the game |
| Hot shit from this Glock when it flame |
| Soon as I touch down, them pussy feds be hot on me (Woo) |
| Heard niggas got money all on my head, tell 'em come crown the king (Huh) |
| Let the work thaw out for fourteen days, that's quarantine (Yeah) |
| I'll pour my heart out before my lean, baby, no R&B (Yeah) |
| Six-six-deuce, MOB Piru, big SooWoo, slime my group |
| 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 |
| That'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 the 'Gatti (Skrrt) |
| Promethazine, need a P, I'm the wild me |
| I hide 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'll slide a nigga, I'll slide a ho (Ooh) |
| I banged on anybody gang |
| And I ball with all my slime-inos |
| 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 gray 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 him down, hit his top close range (Top close range) |
| He just pretend, he not with the gang |
| 'Member back then, ask an opp what he bang |
| Runnin' from the jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne |
| Spend a whole mil' on the watch and the chain |
| I'm just tryna put a lock on the game |
| Hot shit from this Glock when it flame, yeah |
| Polo G, Tunechi Lee, yeah, yeah |
| Call me Capalotty |