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tré savage (feat.slaughter chief) - gang lyrics

verse 1 – tre savage
this n-gga lyin’ on his faith
saying that he got a wraith
but i pray to jesus christ that everybody gon be safe
all you n-ggas really lying
on that fake sh-t cause you childish
n-ggas act like cheetahs then they blame you when they f-cking lion a n-gga get by one time and don’t know how to act
and all you n-ggas is b-tches cause you don’t interact
let a n-gga slide down he’ll come and pull up on ya block
pull up with the drum empty 100 bullets out the glock
then you duck ya head you lookin for the n-ggas in ya crib
then you feeling sick cause all ya motherf-cking n-ggas dead
you kinda regretting the things that you done f-cking did
now you finna make a change, not pop off the lid
you ain’t a b-tch so you gonna host the funeral
but you wanna change again and switch the interval
then you ate the b-tch v out like roman numeral
then she had ya baby you ain’t claim it she emotional

– slaughter chief
they only on ya block because of what ya n-gga said
they out here kickin sh-t flippin sh-t leavin n-ggas dead
slidin out the ar like its something that i read
pull up wit the duffel bag and empty all the f-ckin lead

(bridge) – tre savage
don’t get caught up with my gang
if we catch you f-cking lacking we pulling up on ya brain
i ain’t with that dummy sh-t in the first place
if a n-gga want the beef then we pulling up on his lane

(verse 2) – slaughter chief
this n-gga lying through his t–th
said he wasn’t burnin in the sheets
said he wasn’t f-ckin off a bean
had to cut him off cuz n-gga snitchin on that hoe sh-t
now his b-tches comin straight to me plenty n-ggas in the c give a f-ck about a double d shoot it off i put it in his his e
n-gga i dont give a f whoever told you that i’m a g just let me pour out the lean and p-ss it out to the team lil n-gga talkin smoke and then he got it turned him into og had his baby call me papi
soon or later bout to have the rocket right up to his f-ckin socket
out here speaking on my n-gga name really need to stop it uh
i hit it two times im poppin i ain’t stoppin slappin sh-t till it’s vacant and all yall n-ggas oppin and my lil bro came to spot wit me to clap it distributing all the cannabis roll it and then we wrap it up

- tre savage feat slaughter chief lyrics

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