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mangoonthatrack - rollie gang lyrics

turn it up. yeah
hook:
when you see me in that benz, don’t act like were friends
i be pulling up in foreigns, take a picture, need a lens
like all these n-ggas hating, don’t worry cos they fans, and i be rocking kappa down to the waist with my vans
like closet stacked up wit them louie, fendi bags yeah
pull up on your hood, sippin tea you can’t hang yeah
say you got the sauce, tick tock rollie gang yeah
lil zippo with that .40 and he with that gang yeah

mango verse:
flexing with your moms’ credit card don’t mean sh-t yeah
hunnid round drum at the bottom of that sh-t yeah
zippo’s pulling up and he’s flexing at yo crib yeah
infrared beams, yeah i’m aiming at your rib yeah
bands about 5, when i hang out with my hive
switch that b-tch to overdrive
pull up on me and your fried (aye!)
we got ak’s and them nines
boy i’m talking bout your signs
pull up on me, swear to god like you’re really bout to die

hook:
when you see me in that benz, don’t act like we’re friends
i be pulling up in foreigns, take a picture, need a lens
like all these n-ggas hating, don’t worry cos they fans, and i be rocking kappa down to the waist with my vans
like closet stacked up wit them louie, fendi bags yeah
pull up on your hood, sipping tea you can’t hang yeah
say you got the sauce, tick tock rollie gang yeah
lil zippo with that .40 and he with that gang yeah

zippo verse:

i got a stick and i got the clip, never lacking sh-t
i got the zip and im flippin sh-t, i’m stacking in this b-tch
run up on the clique, we’ll leave you tweaking like a b-tch
if i catch you lacking just know you not leaving with yo sh-t
saying you with the sh-ts, i know you welling like a b-tch
talking all that sh-t, then you peep me leaving with yo b-tch
laced up wit them gucci snakes, you know i’m never broke
run up on me and i swear i’ll put that beam up to your throat (you better)

hook:
when you see me in that benz, don’t act like were friends
i be pulling up in foreigns, take a picture, need a lens
like all these n-ggas hating, don’t worry cos they fans, and i be rocking kappa down to the waist with my vans
like closet stacked up wit them louie, fendi bags yeah
pull up on your hood, sippin tea you can’t hang yeah
say you got the sauce, tick tock rollie gang yeah
lil zippo with that .40 and he with that gang yeah

- mangoonthatrack lyrics

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