| Ayy, free D-Dawg
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| Ayy, 4KTrey
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| Bitch ass nigga, ayy, ain’t nobody, ain’t nobody safe
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| Northside 38, we put guns to the face, who gon' die today?
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| Gang shit, blow your brain, bitch, who you playin' with?
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| Pistols get to sparkin', do no talkin', get your mans hit
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| Them gunners go to tweakin', pop your top, that be that kill switch
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| That shit you talkin' phony, run up on me, you get killed, bitch
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| Uh, uh, bangin' 4KTrey, oh, she a slime bitch?
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| Plus she got some tricks that’s up her sleeve that blow your mind, shit
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| When it come to me, she never scared, she bust that fire quick
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| Hold on, bitch, I really been that, I ain’t tryin'
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| Taliban, I get a bitch to make 'em buy the iron
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| He got them, nothin' but convicted felons off of my end
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| Dive in, I promise after that you gon' get shot then
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| Green flags in matte black Range Rovers and green FN’s
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| I ain’t them dudes, bitch, you gon' pop who? |
| Oh, you should try then
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| Bitch, I be that nigga cock it back and go to firin'
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| I’m bustin', no discussion, after that, you hear them sirens
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| Came in buckin', that shit turnt us up, then people end up dying
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| Feelin' good, I got drugs in my body
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| Lookin' for me, come and see me in the back 'cause I ain’t hidin'
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| Cut up, don’t try to stop me, bitch, I see you watchin'
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| Make my shooter kill a nigga, then whack the bitch who drivin'
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| Gang shit, blow your brain, bitch, who you playin' with?
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| Pistols get to sparkin', do no talkin', get your mans hit
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| Them gunners go to tweakin', pop your top, that be that kill switch
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| That shit you talkin' phony, run up on me, you get killed, bitch
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| Uh, uh, bangin' 4KTrey, oh, she a slime bitch?
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| Plus she got some tricks that’s up her sleeve that blow your mind, shit
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| When it come to me, she never scared, she bust that fire quick
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| Hold on, bitch, I really been that, I ain’t tryin'
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| She gon' pop the cat for me and make it act bipolar
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| She was in the bed, nigga get to clappin', Leave her rollin' over
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| Back to back, I stab it, I was leanin' started dreamin', dozin'
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| You know what I mean, off them beans tryna bend it over
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| You showin' off your gun, well nigga, pop it then
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| I ain’t sharin' none of my hundreds out my pocket, friend
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| What you on, say you drove? |
| Need to stop it then
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| With them tools, I make blues, blow this like a harmonica
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| Say you gon' stamp me, put yo mammy on that front row
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| I go to blappin' where you standin' with that Draco
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| These niggas some hoes, your best interest is to lay low
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| You say it’s up so I catch you, bitch, I’ma knock your fuckin' face low
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| On gang, nigga
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| Gang shit, blow your brain, bitch, who you playin' with?
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| Pistols get to sparkin', do no talkin', get your mans hit
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| Them gunners go to tweakin', pop your top, that be that kill switch
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| That shit you talkin' phony, run up on me, you get killed, bitch
|
| Uh, uh, bangin' 4KTrey, oh, she a slime bitch?
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| Plus she got some tricks that’s up her sleeve that blow your mind, shit
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| When it come to me, she never scared, she bust that fire quick
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| Hold on, bitch, I really been that, I ain’t tryin' |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gang Shit, artist - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Album song AI YoungBoy 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп