gang+ rmx v2

Lyrics

[Intro: d0llywood1] Dazegxd Bee, bee, bee [Chorus: d0llywood1] Gang in a brand new whip, uh, we swervin' shit I think my choppa really gay 'cause all it do is eat out niggas And I can't take no flicks, uh, can't take no pics And I can't really do nothing 'cause all these bitches want cuff me I swear I can't do that shit, uh I really got my lil' shawty another droptop, if she fuck with the gang and shit Yeah, this perc shit permanent, uh, man I'm so fucked up You can get comfortable, baby, you can put your foot up [Verse 1: midwxst] I'm smokin' green, that's not no cap Nigga, you is not my friend, so I don't want your fucking help Dive in the pussy, I swim in that shit like I am Michael Phelps I got an all red fit on me, these niggas think I came from Hell Fuck all that snitching and talking my nigga, no not gonna tell Get thе fuck out my phone my nigga, get out my fuckin' cell No you is not my friеnd my nigga, no, you don't got my trail I move around in the night my nigga, you know I meant 'em well I got designer my fit my nigga, no please do not entail This nigga really down bad, I think that this nigga want a hug [Verse 2: Madara TBH] So you sick when I walk on that, 'cause you broke And I been gettin' bands hella' lately, I'm fuckin' hoes And I know that you mad, 'cause I count up the racks, bro I ain't worried 'bout you, you like way in the past though I got like five hoes, nigga feel like Pluto And a number one hoe, you can call me Uno And my name, yeah Madara, beat you like Naruto And my main bitch shy, but she give some good throat Haha, aye [Verse 3: angelus & ericdoa] Yeah, ha, ha I got all designer in my closet, you cannot afford it 12 o'clock, mix it with the rush, I really like it Fucked up, bitch I'm really better on my 'lone shit Why these lil' niggas actin' like they really 'bout to do shit? Steppin' on these niggas, yeah you niggas is some ants, yeah Me and Dolly robbin' niggas, get the money out his hands, yeah Smoke that gas I'm so high, yeah, I don't think that I can land, yeah I heard you was talkin' shit so I consider him a fan, yeah (I'm recording this in my fucking house) [Verse 4: ericdoa] Aye, I just want a fat bitch on my dick (Bro what?) She the type to get comfortable, make her reload all my clicks And that boy talkin' real crazy, he gettin' lit back with that shit Okay, you give me that headache To get your money, took a decade I'm chasing this money, just to make sure that my friends ate Yeah, our shit bout to pay, that shit come by Thursday Yeah, all these boys, they lack, and I mean it in the worst way Aye, jump-jump, aye jump, watcha' doing? Aye, bullets they comin' from different sides, you best get movin' Aye, duckin', I'm weavin', I'm with my gang, we get to shootin' Aye, that bitch gon' text me, and she gon' ask me what I'm doing I'm in a brand new whip, with the gang, and we crusin' [Verse 5: SEBii] I got cash, I got racks If you want, talk 'bout that I spent a bag at Armani, and I just let it slip She tell me, I smell like doo-doo, I told her I'm the shit Yeah, your diamonds, they so fake I got cash, just like I'm Tay All the baddies, they say "hey" Damn, you're broke? I can't relate Five-star restaurant, eating steak They want a feat, then that's a payment Keep on talkin' shit, we push your head to the pavement Choppa, yeah, it sing, bite you like some fangs Posted with the gang, with us you cannot hang Aye, bang-bang into the room, like Ariana Bang-bang, all over you, now you are nada [Verse 6: EXODUS1900] (EXO) I told him "stand up", "get up!", "get up!" White wife-beater, ex never really sent love Get away from the opps, I'ma shoot 'em in the face I don't like you niggas uh, all you niggas two-faced I'ma run this shit, man, I'm tired of this shit (Shit) Get away from the opps, I'ma shoot 'em in the face I don't like you niggas uh, all you niggas two-faced I don't like you niggas uh, all you niggas two-faced [Verse 7: d0llywood1] (You're surrounded, punk! Ha!) I am really burnin', I'm off the Earth I'm on a different Planet, not Neilaworld If you keep talking, make sure to tell them that I won 20 on them bands, I had to show 'em what I'm worth Dressed up my lil' bitch in designer, I cannot say how much it's worth Feel like Quinn, I set my pajamas, I go to sleep up off this perc And I know these niggas behind us, I had to swerve I had to (skrrt!) And we eatin' Big Benihanas, we countin' blue Benji's, hunnids We countin' blue Benjamin Franklins we don't count no Jacksons You want that lil' feature, better pay the tax then I'm laughing at you niggas, huh, Michael Blackson And free all of my niggas, uh, movin' packs in [Chorus: d0llywood1] Gang in a brand new whip (gang!), uh, we swervin' shit I think my choppa really gay 'cause all it do is eat out niggas And I can't take no flicks, uh, can't take no pics And I can't really do nothing 'cause all these bitches want cuff me I swear I can't do that shit, uh I really got my lil' shawty another droptop, if she fuck with the gang and shit Yeah, this perc shit permanent, uh, man I'm so fucked up You can get comfortable, baby, you can put your foot up Gang in a brand new whip, uh, we swervin' shit I think my choppa really gay 'cause all it do is eat out niggas And I can't take no flicks, uh, can't take no pics And I can't really do nothing 'cause all these bitches want cuff me I swear I can't do that shit, uh I really got my lil' shawty another droptop, if she fuck with the gang and shit Yeah, this perc shit permanent, uh, man I'm so fucked up You can get comfortable, baby, you can put your foot up Why is it so hard to not hear?