Gangland

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The Underachievers - Rap

Gangland

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[Verse 1: Issa Gold] Stuff a .22 in my shoe My niggas out here never lack Watching Hulu with your bitch, with me, she kick back and relax I smoke weed, she do the smack Ronny J produced the track Nigga all about my karma, you do action we react I bet these niggas pussy, tell them watch they mouth I send them niggas to your crib like, "Fuck your couch" These bitches fucking for the fame and for the clout That's why we steady stacking like we in a drought I-N-D-I-G-O set, we too jungle, fuck the feds Take your shot and try your best, we aim at heads, yeah, fuck yo vests Texas hold'em by the neck, we don't lose, yeah, place your bets Fuck you fools and fuck your set We break the rules, don't follow steps I bet my niggas, they gone let 'em know, don't test the bros Niggas paper looking minimal, we getting more Niggas talk like they gone see me though, they layin' low Bet my nigga let that semi go, now hit the flo' [Chorus: Issa Gold] GODAMN These niggas shooting in my city Gotta keep that thang up with me Even cops is fucking with it GODAMN I keep a couple bitches wit' me I don't hang around wit' niggas Unless they getting money wit' me Yeah, we started from the back Now we tour around the map Pull up on a nigga, bet he gon' get left right where he at Now it's 350 a sack I blow weed 'til I collapse Every night I say I quit But every morning I relapse [Verse 2: AKTHESAVIOR] Blue handkerchief, nigga, Gangland All my niggas know it's gang bang AK, he be on the same thing Since them psychedelics made my brain change Young, rebellin', money on my melon, shit we never managed, now they see it Soaking panties when they see him, in designer every season Smoking on the finest, L.A. where you find them bad bitches, ride 'em all year Feel like perfect timing, homie get enlightened 'cause the truth inside you, aww yeah No new friends, just investors Had to lose the stress, bring the pressure Get a little depressed chasin' precious But I'm the fucking best, my confession When the nine sprays, hold it sideways Showing no face, can't arrest us So there's no case, had to change ways Find the light waves like Tesla Throw the pen down like a wrestler I collect the cheese, mozzarella The scripture sees I'm illa Your frequency is fuck nigga I hit, she screaming falsetto AK she love in the middle Only way you niggas trapped is the mental Boy, you local and my game continental Told you once that we don't play that, my nigga Pay you twice we put a grave on that, nigga Crypt reserver, got your name on it Swerving and took her brain up off her [Chorus: Issa Gold] GODAMN These niggas shooting in my city Gotta keep that thang up with me Even cops is fucking with it GODAMN I keep a couple bitches wit' me I don't hang around wit' niggas Unless they getting money wit' me Yeah, we started from the back Now we tour around the map Pull up on a nigga, bet he gon' get left right where he at Now it's 350 a sack I blow weed 'til I collapse Every night I say I quit But every morning I relapse

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Credits

Writers
  • Issa Gold
  • AKTHESAVIOR