lirik lagu lil paid - gang with me
gang with me lyrics
[intro:]
gang, 23 eaglegang
soja you wildin’
[chorus:]
plug brothers getting richer, we rock burberry and fendi’
all that wolfin’ on the gram, he get hit straight with the glizzy
we let 50 out the chop, give ‘em back shots just like he ricky
heard that b~tch gotta fake ass, i’m still gone hit no i ain’t picky
want me dead, n~gga come get me’
i still be up in the bity, 23 know the gang with me
l!ckin’ wockhardt off her titties , in this party we get litty
spin the block my finger itchy, call hb this sh~t get risky
on my d~ck she leavin’ hickeys
[verse:]
when we hop up in thеse beamers, scrеam 23 we all gone throw it up
had chains before the deal, you say you did ? lil boy you cap as f~ck
in them hot cars, steamers, hit the dash nah you ain’t catchin’ nun
throwin’ q’s fa baby que, we leave ‘em stretched he try ta grab fa sum
like mad max 9 ah blast off’
uh, walk ‘em down and take his mask off
playin’ with my gang, that’s ah no don’t get yo ass chalked
we been terrorize n~ggas, like they daddy man these hams soft
post bl!cks on the gram, when you see me betta spazzin’ off
‘cause when i see you, boy it’s straight smoke it ain’t no pass dawg
n~gga stop the cap, we caught you out, you was ah fan boy
put switches on the glock, ‘cause when they spark we like the fast noise
it go round and round, like ah merry~go this b~tch ah fan boy
all the n~ggas throwin’ t’s them n~ggas b~tches’
put the drum up in the glock, and see which n~gga run the quickest
i can f~ck any b~tch because i’m famous, this sh~t sickenin’
walk ‘em with the trey~pound, we let it rip don’t leave no witness
be the toughest in the room, ah hit the stand and get ta snitchin’
body bag or chop ‘em up, then we throw ‘em in the blender
one thang my daddy told me, “son make sure you stand on business
passing shots out like the bar, them 2 up top gone leave ‘em dizzy
[chorus:]
plug brothers getting richer, we rock burberry and fendi’
all that wolfin’ on the gram, he get hit straight with the glizzy
we let 50 out the chop, give ‘em back shots just like he ricky
heard that b~tch gotta fake ass, i’m still gone hit no i ain’t picky
want me dead, n~gga come get me’
i still be up in the bity, 23 know the gang with me
l!ckin’ wockhardt off her titties , in this party we get litty
spin the block my finger itchy, call hb this sh~t get risky
on my d~ck she leavin’ hickeys
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