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calboy - gang time lyrics

[intro: [?] & calboy]
[?] music
ayy

[verse: calboy]
you might lose yo’ life if we come jumpin’ out minivans
my lil’ bro a striker, he gon’ spin his block like ceilin’ fan
how he earned his stripes, he’s fake his life and post it on the ‘gram
i can’t give no ho a dollar, i fo’sho don’t give a d+mn
i been movin’ dolo, i been duckin’ from the cameras
we was like fifteen when we sent bullets out a camry
got it out the mud, b+tch, i got rich, now they can’t stand me
i can’t get away, oppositions, we gon’ get that n+gga’s family
you wasn’t in the trap wit’ n+ggas who down, then i can’t help wit’ sh+t
better watch yo’ mouth, these bullets hot, watch n+ggas melt and sh+t
mention me, you k!lled you and yo’ brother, that’s a selfish act
we won’t hesitate, you say my name and get the belt for that

[chorus: calboy]
and we still pop out on gang time
i’m on the e+way with this b+tch, she throwin’ up gang signs
oh, this yo’ b+tch? she gave me brain, she got a great mind
i’m drippy, drippy, fly as f+ck, b+tch, i got hang+time
these n+ggas p+ssy, swear i heard that through the grapevine
i probably buy a b+tch a [?] if she stay down
these b+tches be lookin’ for a n+gga like me, can’t show what they found
i never thought lil j would leave, n0body safe now
if they don’t get down, make ’em lay down
[verse 2: sk!lla baby]
pop up on ’em wit’ ‘dem switches, we pull up in minutes
my lil’ brother, he a menace, he put belt to b+tches
my n+gga ’boutta get his sentence, come on to the ticket
i’m a superstar, i’m still sellin’ percs to the gremlins
rap need me, i got the morale for it
my garage full of scat packs and lamb’ toys
man, i used to slap smack, let’s get it back goin’
man, these n+ggas envy me like i’m calboy
i really can’t believe i rap, i used to pack crack
moms better duck or get insurance on ’em, aflac
i’ma have to pass on givin’ passes ’cause i’m past that
every time i see them n+ggas out, they give me [?]

[outro: calboy]
and we still pop out on gang time
i’m on the e+way with this b+tch, she throwin’ up gang signs
oh, this yo’ b+tch? she gave me brain, she got a great mind
i’m drippy, drippy, fly as f+ck, b+tch, i got hang+time

- calboy lyrics

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