41, kyle richh, jenn carter & tata – on gang lyrics
(hey noria you made this sh+t?)
[verse 1: tata]
like, everywhere i go i’m never lackin’ i got my glock out
if we knuckle up, that’s on my mother it’s a knock out
everybody got a gun so let’s link up and have a blowout
and dotti he be feenin’ pass the knock then he gon’ show out, that’s on gang
and all my k!llers put in pain
if i see a n+gga chain and i like it then it’s a stain, and that’s on gang
and leeky with me, he got range
if a n+gga moving hot we gon flip him just like like a page, and that’s on gang
dont come over here moving hot b+tch
im with some demons, you f+ck around and get shot b+tch
e+e+ebk, n+ggas know i’m uppin’ the 4
and they think i do karate ’cause i ride ’round with chopsticks
[verse 2: jenn carter]
grah, that boy got hit and that sh+t had his momma bummеd out (what, grah)
like i’m addicted to thesе gun sounds
way that i made they like “jenny what have you done now?”
grah, these n+ggas tracking like a bloodhound
they not outside, i’m spinnin’ in a circle
that boy gon’ say that he abuse, but that sh+t verbal
grah, in a sh+ll like he a turtle
he think sh+t sweet we cut it short like a commercial
d+mn, and do it over like rehearsal
he think he tough, he think he up we send him vertical
grah, we cut him off like it was surgical
these n+ggas dissin’, in tracks we never heard of you
ain’t no tripping when that heat fly
opp lacking on feet i’m in that v, i had to rewind
grah, bu+bullets stinging like a beehive
.40 push her back and now he think he in a recline
these opps they don’t put in pain
if i was caught on a train we was getting back same day, and that’s on gang
and my n+ggas ain’t been the same
lil uzi been how im feeling, no luv and its only rage, and thats on+ (what?)
[verse 3: tata]
everywhere i go i’m never lackin’ i got my glock out
if we knuckle up, that’s on my mother it’s a knock out
everybody got a gun so let’s link up and have a blowout
and dotti he be feenin’ pass the knock then he gon’ show out, that’s on gang
and all my k!llers put in pain
if i see a n+gga chain and i like it then it’s a stain, and that’s on gang
and leeky with me, he got range
if a n+gga moving hot we gon flip him just like like a page, and that’s on gang
dont come over here moving hot b+tch
im with some demons, you f+ck around and get shot b+tch
e+e+ebk, n+ggas know i’m uppin’ the 4
and they think i do karate ’cause i ride ’round with chopsticks
[verse 4: kyle richh]
can’t+can’t run from this gun jah woo been popped it
don’t gotta use a doosey i got options
why he got that sheisty on? he ain’t pop sh+t
and+and when we seen a n+gga ran before he c+cked it, and that’s on gang
b+tch if you not grippy you can’t hang
like you better tuck that chain, ’cause brodie itching for that stain, but that’s for gang
all+all this hate come with the fame
that boy said he getting money, i told bro “we do the same”
grah, pocket rocket, i flock it like tracey (tracey)
gotta put a condom on, these b+tches want my baby
when i was broke, ain’t see none of these faces
n+ggas see the money, then they ego start changing
grah, big .40 get to flamin’ like a door, my n+ggas get to banging
i told jenny pass the sitchy, that’s on bronem i can’t miss, like
black .45 on my body f+ck a fistfight
young n+gga, looked up to meech not obama
fredo that’s my blooda, we was 15 splitting dollars
we was in the project p’s, flipping keys i ain’t new to this
b+tch i’m true to this, i’m tired of that stupid sh+t
[?] that’s the ooter, always on that steady boomin’ sh+t
n+ggas totin’ guns be these n+ggas never using it
y’all n+ggas not demons, yall can really get to looting it
n+ggas frontin’ i’m like “dee, these n+ggas buggin”
[verse 5: tata]
everywhere i go i’m never lackin’ i got my glock out
if we knuckle up, that’s on my mother it’s a knock out
everybody got a gun so let’s link up and have a blowout
and dotti he be feenin’ pass the knock and he gon’ show out, that’s on gang
and all my k!llers put in pain
if i see a n+gga chain and i like it then it’s a stain, and that’s on gang
and leeky with me, he got range
if a n+gga moving hot we gon flip him just like like a page, and that’s on gang
dont come over here moving hot b+tch
im with some demons, you f+ck around and get shot b+tch
e+e+ebk, n+ggas know i’m uppin’ the 4
and they think i do karate ’cause i ride ’round with chopsticks
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