Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gang Gang, artist - Taylor Gang. Date of issue: 15.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gang Gang |
| Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang |
| Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang |
| Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang |
| Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang, Taylor Gang |
| You know I’m reppin' Taylor |
| All my weed from Cali, so you know I’m smokin flavour |
| Ain’t fuckin with blunts, you know we only smokin' paper |
| And I throw it up so that you know just what my name is |
| Muthafuck a hater |
| Left the crib with 10 grand bought a hundred pair |
| I’m the coach I can show you how to be a player |
| 5/8 is the fitted, bitches love my hair |
| Camo shorts go with anything I wanna wear |
| They let me in the club, fuck a dress code |
| Me and all my niggas rollin up the best smoke |
| OG kush from the westcoast |
| Oh you down to fuck? |
| Well shorty let’s go |
| Diamonds in my chain, niggas trying to steal my lane |
| Chronic in my brain bitch, I’m reppin' Taylor Gang |
| Smoke till I’m insane, drinking til I’m throwing up |
| Only papers if you Taylor’d nigga throw it up |
| High socks, low cuts |
| Smell that good weed, then you know its us |
| That yellow car pulling up, them niggas ain’t high so they close to us |
| Down to fly, yeah, two fingers and hold em up |
| Bought a crib like Scarface’s |
| «This is my world» |
| All my niggas down to bang but we can try words |
| Smoking ounces to the head til my mind twirls |
| I’m the mayor and my bitch look like a fly girl |
| Topic of discussion talk shit cause they bitches love us |
| Plus them niggas suckas I got that in living color |
| All my cars are different colors, all my broads are different colors |
| All I do is fuck ‘em once, and I dont call or give ‘em numbers |
| Rolex, more sex, good weed, no stress |
| Run my town, arms, chest, lift weights, bowflex |
| Throw your set up, what you rep when you twistin' ya fingers? |
| Real recognize real and my nig you a stranger |
| Got a bank full of scrilla, a brain full of papers |
| Got a phone full of hoes, and a gang full of Taylors |
| You see me out I rep my gang |
| Used serve that John McCain, that John McCain |
| Hold up they dont know my name? |
| Chevy who? |
| Chevy who? |
| Look at all that shit them dollars do |
| Gettin' all this money wit you know who |
| It’s Taylor Gang over you |
| We poppin bottles gang signs |
| All my niggas gang signs |
| Rollin up gang signs |
| Niggas trippin, bang time |
| Hold up, what they say bout us? |
| Same niggas gotta get the OK bout stuff |
| They ain’t in the same league |
| They don’t play like us |
| No stems, no seeds, keep that rolled up |
| Bang on them hoes, we does that |
| Socket work, I just had a plug for that |
| Get your taylor on |
| Hold for whatever you rep |
| Throwin up the gang, 4800 still reppin a set |
| Got these niggas trippin', and these bitches too |
| They just haters though, no matter what we do |
| What up cuz, on the left side |
| Its Taylor gang, and thats or die |
| CHEVY! |