Gang Bang

[Hook:]

All my niggas grimy, all we do is gang bang

Every nigga with me throwing up the same thing

Hundred shot TEC, I don't need no fucking aim

Shooters on deck, you can get your ass changed

Fredo Santana, got your bitch screaming my name

I don't fuck with lames, nigga please stay in your lane

All my niggas grimy, all we do is gang bang

All my niggas grimp, all we do is gang bang

[Verse 1:]

All my niggas grimy, all we do is gang bang

All my niggas grimy, all we do is gang bang

Who the fuck is you, you can't hang where I hang

I got shooters that gon' shoot, bullets going through your brain

Higher than a plane, smoking kushy to the brain

Looking for a bad bitch so I can borrow her face

I'm three-hundred, so I know she gon', ain't much I gotta say

Reesey' money with that tech, I got a problem round my way

This little thirty ain't finna' do nothing, it keep falling off my waist

Baby girl pull your pants up, I only want your face

Call brosky face, in traffic smoking stank

Them bullets peel like paint, I'm cooling where it ain't safe

Make a horror movie, then escape

Middle fingers to the Jake's

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[Verse 2:]

Fresh up out of jail, I be on my trap shit

Hit Chop up on the cell, I need a beat I'm on my rap shit

I'm not for that acting, if you want if you get clapped quick

Them hitters all around, and them tools we be packin'

See Fredo make it happen, Chief Sosa make it happen

Try us and you'll be the first, they smoking up to heaven

If you ain't with me, you must be against me

Them thirties on deck, and them clips is never empty

Two thirties in my hand, try and run from the sixty

That goofy shit makes me, gone off a pilly

I'm shooting if you concealing, I stay with nine milli

That forty or that semi, my hitters put you six feet

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