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trdee – glo gang lyrics

[intro]
(ooh, sh+t, that’s a danny g beat)
sbdsm, sbdsm

[chorus]
you are not gang, please don’t false claim
bro tuck his shirt to show his belt, he for sure lame
i was takin’ n+ggas’ hoes way before fame
see an opp, let it bang+bang, feel like glo gang
your b+tch a ho, i thought that i should let you know (no cap)
you ain’t contribute to the team, they had to let you go (ha)
clutchin’ on my glocky while i check the dough
boy, you almost got your ass shot knockin’ like the pope (man)

[verse]
i been ballin’, i feel like the greak freak (i do)
sh+t talker, talkin’ sh+t until i’m sixty
rushin’ to the money, doin’ one+sixty (skrrt)
where your lips been? b+tch, you better not try to kiss me (uh+uh)
i bet he takе your top off if i tell him to
left his shirt red, hе an incredible (d+mn)
b+tch askin’ me questions like an interview (blah, blah, blah)
no cap, i don’t really got no feelings, boo (no cap)
n+ggas cappin’, hoes cappin’, where they fitted at? (where it’s at?)
i really hate when n+ggas starin’, i forget i rap (i swear)
they said i’m weak as h+ll, man, i needed that (okay)
you really think the money gon’ fall in your lap? (huh?)
you know you gotta chase it like some alcohol
hope you know the world finna end if we fallin’ off
man, these n+ggas fake as h+ll just like santa claus
gotta be like mr. krabs, n+ggas try to steal your sauce (f+ck on)
cookin’ in the lab, it’s just me and danny g (what up?)
hit it for an hour, now she tell me that she scared of me (ayy)
‘za got me higher than a f+ckin’ helicopter be
listen to my songs, you could really learn a lot from me (no cap)
used to be a baller ’til he checked out (d+mn)
she got straight in the whip and tried to make out (uh)
made my own lane, couldn’t take the safe route
glock his last meal, caught him tryna get some takeout
headed to the top, i heard it’s lonely there
hate comments used to make me mad, now i don’t even care
closet look just like the mall, can’t decide what to wear
you’ll get your ass shot, please don’t stop and stare
on my way to turn up an opp party
whip ain’t got no top, i’m in a ferrari
if i scammed your granny, i am so sorry
i’ma hit the game winnin’ shot, you better not guard me
i can’t fabricate, i’m really from the trenches (no cap)
only think she get is d, i feel like scottie pippen (okay)
i don’t know karate so we can’t kick it
dog sh+t militia, i’m the lieutenant
you just talk about it, we for sure did it
the bag not gon’ come, you gotta go get it
b+tch p+ssy wet just like the pacific
if you get locked with your mans, it is no snitchin’
[chorus]
you are not gang, please don’t false claim
bro tuck his shirt to show his belt, he for sure lame
i was takin’ n+ggas’ hoes way before fame
see an opp, let it bang+bang, feel like glo gang
your b+tch a ho, i thought that i should let you know
you ain’t contribute to the team, they had to let you go
clutchin’ on my glocky while i check the dough
boy, you almost got your ass shot knockin’ like the pope

- trdee lyrics

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