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curly savv & dah dah - gang gang gang part 2 lyrics

[verse 1: money millz]
and i’m back on my sh-t
i pray for all of this sh-t
back then she ain’t want me
now that b-tch on me
i ball on that b-tch
we get busy homie
keep my glizzy homie
it hold 50 homie
i lost plenty homies
and for them we wilding out
late night in the ville with a chopper out
and that sh-t bring helicopters out
i keep a glock in my momma house
body back to back, they ain’t riding out
n-gg-s want war so let’s do that sh-t
[?] trap and field, we gon’ shoot that sh-t
for lucas, go crazy, we losing it
gang gang, part 2 and sh-t
2016, we go through this sh-t
i’m from brownsville, where they murdering
100s and 50s and 30 clips
we bust a move, on that sturdy sh-t
we spin they block, make ’em milly rock
and my .45, it hold 50 shots
and my young n-gg-s tote any glock
i’m ftg, and we gunning, gunning
we run it up with a hundred, hundreds
and hop out, no car, broski get to dumping
shootouts in broad day, you get shot for nothing
move to the a, they ain’t see it coming

[verse 2: bam bino]
bam bino, i’m still on that murder sh-t
what you dumb n-gg-s don’t understand?
b-tch, watch me thumb through these f-cking bands
we bend them blocks, see them running mans
gang gang gang gang
forward, switch lanes, doing big things
we ain’t known to knuckle up
glizzy from the front, up it, better duck
all i know is chase a bag
i ain’t gotta blast
hop out on your -ss
got like 30 in the clip
cause they wanna diss, put them on the list
dah dah run up, set a pick
p-ss it off to curly, shoot and n-gg- swish
n-gg- stay up in your lane
you don’t know the pain
made it with the gang
gucci slide up on a opper
i just copped a chopper
sound like waka flocka
they don’t really want no drama
put that on my momma
my lil’ n-gg-s, will drop ya
heat a n-gg- like some guava
b-tch i’m getting gwala
all i know is pasta
if you f-cking with the opps
pay to do a hit, i don’t spin the block

[verse 3: dah dah]
what you wanna do?
night time, i’ll gun em down
ftg sh-t, know i keep them gunnas round
gang gang, young brooklyn n-gg-
chains getting tooken, i book em
p-ssy n-gg- can’t come around
from the floss so i know a couple loc n-gg-s
them old days
no poles cames, they poked n-gg-s
they in the field everyday, like they own n-gg-s
then slide through, this 92 will blow n-gg-s
got the hood on lock, jugg don’t clock
never had a job, so my jugg don’t stop
n-gg-s getting robbed so my hood so hot
30 do the job, how much bullets you got?
i put that on my moms, i’ll pull and don’t stop
everyday we ball hard, ain’t no stopping us
man, i’m tryna turn my hood into the mafia
switch sides, my b-tch slide, she popping ya
high raise, n-gg-s gotta get they profit up
we them young floss n-gg-s, they acknowledge us
at 16, my 16s demolish ya
at 16, my 16s demolish ya
gang gang

[hook: dah dah]
what you gon’ do when n-gg-s change up on you?
like why he tried to pull a name up on you?
why n-gg-s wilding? i’m gon’ aim, i’m gon’ shoot
b-tch, i’m a lion, they can’t tame in a booth
and you ain’t f-cking with my gang gang gang gang
i get to bussing with my gang gang gang gang
and i ain’t f-cking with my
and you ain’t f-cking with my
and they ain’t f-cking with my gang gang gang gang

[verse 4: curly savv]
oh sh-t, look who just land?
curly savv and i came with the gang
f-ck a intro, they know who i am
ain’t no talking, i just get to spraying
shoot a op, then i shoot him again
do not care if that boy with his friend
40 cal’ with a clip that extend
name a block, then my n-gg-, they bend
n-gg- i know that you broke
stop talking to me, you low on your cheese
none of my opps, they want smoke
gave me the beat, i’m making heat
n-gg- i don’t want your hoe
she calling my phone, like give me the d
baby just leave me alone
i gave you this d-ck, what more do you need?
count it up, count it up
hundred shots, we gon’ give it up
hit his brain, i don’t give a f-ck
got him yelling out, “what you hit me for?”
head leak, chest open like a lunch box
i know you -ss, catch a b-tt shot
she made me sneeze, i don’t love thots
gang gang gang

- curly savv dah dah lyrics

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