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sob x rbe - intro (gangin) lyrics

[intro]
gangin’, gangin’, b-tch i be gangin’
gangin’, gangin’, b-tch i be gangin’
gangin’, gangin’, b-tch i be gangin’
gangin’, gangin’, gangin’, gangin’, gangin’
rbe x sob
gang, gang, gang, gang

[verse 1: daboii]
n-gg-s ain’t real as they say they is
two hammers wit’ me these my children, yeah bebe’s kids
ain’t gotta explain nothin’ to me, you can say the sh-t
stop starin’ at me, make it last come and take a pic
gang sh-t, none more n-gg- none less
and it’s still f-ck the suckas ’til they put to rest
had to cut my last b-tch off ’cause she was such a pest
play the game how the f-ck i want, i don’t f-ck wit’ refs
sob x rbe, excuse me, pardon me
gotta smoke to get my appet-te, ’cause it be hard to eat
and what i bless my jeweler wit’ i coulda paid your college fees
it’s hard to deal wit’ k!llin’ in yo’ heart, wit’ us get popped wit’ ease
wouldn’t have no views up in them songs if they ain’t copy me
soon as you think sh-t be goin’ good, we come and stop the peace
and x this mothaf-cka slap, ain’t even gotta stop the beat

[chorus: slimmy b]
n-gg-, gang sh-t pick these (pick these)
i can’t let a n-gg- strip me (n-gg- what)
shananae when i step, big c’s (big c’s)
said i ain’t got no cheese? b-tch please (b-tch please)
glock hold thirty, gave a n-gg- fifteen (fifteen)
got ten bands in these ripped jeans (ripped jeans)
was off the porch way before 16
and it cost five bands if you want a 16

[verse 2: slimmy b]
i’m thuggin’ to the grave i got my mind made (got my mind made)
in that aston martin gettin’ sideways (sideways)
n-gg-s f-ckin’ wit’ them snakes just like sanjay
tryna f-ck on a kardashian like kanye
in the city all in niemans blowin’ big racks (big bands)
reach for this chain and get popped like a tic-tac (boom, boom)
choppa kick back, blow a sucka n-gg-‘s sh-t back
and if x on the beat you know the sh-t slap

[verse 3: yhung t.o.]
yeah n-gg-, gang gang (gang, gang)
rbe sittin’ on vvs, i let it hang (i let it hang)
b-tch you ain’t f-ckin’ wit’ no lame
and why these hatin’ n-gg-s throwin’ salt up on my name?
i be big money ballin’ n-gg- big b’s (big b’s)
legendary on my neck it cost me ten g’s (ten g’s)
and if a n-gg- want a verse i need big fees (big fees)
and i need all my blue hundreds crispy (crispy)
and i ain’t talkin’ wit’ these n-gg-s, like for what? (like for what)
ain’t no comin’ back when these n-gg-s lives is up (lives is up)
audemars 50 bands, you wanna f-ck? (wanna f-ck)
and you ain’t even bad as my b-tch, got these n-gg-s mad enough
oh, all these n-gg-s wit’ that pretendin’ all that fakin’ sh-t (all that fakin’ sh-t)
if he feel some type of way then n-gg- say that sh-t (n-gg- say that sh-t)
oh, glock wit’ 30 on this b-tch this the straightest clip
and when i send all these shots he gon’ hate he dissed

[outro: lul g]
man, man h-ll naw, f-ck that
n-gg-s already had they chance
pick a side n-gg-, you wit’ us or against us?
hold it down or get ran over
if you rockin’ you gon’ ride
if you not ridin’ you gon’ die
it’s us or nothin’, ain’t no in between
b-tch

gang, gang, gang
gang, gang, gang
gang, gang, gang
gang, gang, gang
gang, gang, gang
gang, gang, gang, gang

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