Lyrics Gang Gang - Tokyo Jetz, Yung Booke, Rara

Gang Gang

(This call is from a correctional facility and is subjective to monitoring and
recording
Thank you for using global tel ink)
Wassup bruh, ha ha ha
We live, bruh…
So what you got to say
First off I would like to say bruh you a real nigga
Money get low you know how to go get, yo nigga locked up you know how to go
visit
Die by respect give ah fuck how you livin, only the gang no new niggas wit you
You know how to keep it real huh, gang gang gang gang
Yeen switchin up on nobody, gang gang gang gang
Green dot till they home right free yo niggas in the songs
You’ll visit cause they in the can
Tried to run till got jammed
Damn, damn, damn, damn
Yeen trippin he’ll never fold
Well, well, well, well
He ain’t snitchin he ain’t never told
Ran up ah whole lot of shit
Probably shouldn’t been a model bitch
Got pregnant by a rap nigga
Either that or ah trap nigga
In the form cause she be movin weight
Phone, home, cars in her name
Would’ve still been ah boss bitch other raw or rather than being ross bitch
You don’t get it either
See that just why we different people
We not the same we not equal
Fuck these rap bitches for the features
I hit the loud you paranoid
I gotta spit wit the same gang
I cannot fuck wit new niggas
I put a check in and now I’m the blame
Money get low you know how to go get, yo nigga locked up you know how to go
visit
Die by respect give ah fuck how you livin, only the gang no new niggas wit you
You know how to keep it real huh, gang gang gang gang
Yeen switchin up on nobody, gang gang gang gang
Gang gang gang gang
Ain’t no secret bitch I bang mine
We don’t do dots and hi fives
Secret hand shakes and gang sings
The money coming up short
Small braids no hang time
Big sticks make ah big mess
Imma handyman I swang iron
Free my bro he did ah whole dime
His potnas told then did ah whole 9
If yeen gang I can’t fuck wit you
Want kick it wit you on the goal line
You say you solid well I can’t
Believe you cause in them streets steady holling friends
Throwback thursday probably post a pic wit the same nigga and his big deal
So me and you not the same you barely know all yo niggas names
Them was my niggas from toddler days
You get your ass drop for ah uno chain I
Call shots like ah pool shark
You call the calls on the bad guys
Don’t gotta cap cause I’m really wit I
Want that smoke like a campfire on gang
Money get low you know how to go get, yo nigga locked up you know how to go
visit
Die by respect give ah fuck how you livin, only the gang no new niggas wit you
You know how to keep it real huh, gang gang gang gang
Yeen switchin up on nobody, gang gang gang gang
Gang gang got gang gang in ah chain gang tryna maintain
Dopeboy times streetdreams time hustle gang it’s the same thing
Wrist game on freeze (water) turned the mansion into ah trap (carter)
Bad bitch out the projects she never had shit so I spoiled her (act)
Crip or blood what you bang homie imma dopeboy I don’t bang homie
K-9 unit bark when pass still smell cocaine on me
Fish scale make it drain dope money make it rain don’t
It get it off the bag that pound cake throw it in the air you got bird money
Gang gang wit the blue strip homeboys wit my lawyer them
Porna them wit the bail money got all the dope and don’t sell none
Phone ringing like ah marathon yeah hoe we come dat way
Dat part when it’s that time hit the back line before it’s halftime
Money get low you know how to go get, yo nigga locked up you know how to go
visit
Die by respect give ah fuck how you livin, only the gang no new niggas wit you
You know how to keep it real huh, gang gang gang gang
Yeen switchin up on nobody, gang gang gang gang
(Hoe…)