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wavy navy pooh – gang gang lyrics

[intro]
wavy navy sh+t, n+gga, you already know what time it is, you understand me?
gettin’ big bucks on this side, n+gga, big bucks
ayy
ayy
ayy, ayy (ayy, young shod beatz)

[verse 1]
if i do somethin’ to you, them hoes gon’ say i’m dead wrong
but’ll shake they ass if they see me on a headstone
so i’m dead wrong, probably ridin’ with my stick and sh+t
40s with them d+cks and sh+t, bl!ckin’ sh+t, ridiculous
poppin’ sh+t, i’m the one that’s out here makin’ sh+t happen
f+ck these n+ggas talkin’ ’bout? they flodgin’, they be big cappin’
i keep it on my waistline, i’m so quick to spark somethin’
chopper clap his face time, i’m so quick to start somethin’
i’m a g+ngb+nger, cocaine slanger, i’m a god
i was out here doin’ fraud, don’t get stamped out like a card
don’t need no go+ahead, on my lonely creepin’ by your house
heard you itchin’ for some clout, well n+gga, take this to the mouth
let’s go get ’em, wig split ’em, hit whoever in front of the house
everybody, take ’em out, n+gga, show ’em what we ’bout
wavy navy face good everywhere but in your hood
’cause i love to slang that wood, boy, let’s get that understood
i don’t waste no time ’cause your boy been down for so long
gotta keep an iron ’cause i’m behind the sh+t that go on
oh, he f+ckin’ with the opps? we gon’ troll that n+gga home
catch him talkin’ on the phone, walk up, one shot to the dome

[chorus]
we the gang gang, free my n+ggas out the chain gang
had to slang ‘caine, we was out here tryna maintain
we was down bad, f+cked up, now our bucks up
now them n+ggas from the other side know they f+cked up
we the gang gang, free my n+ggas out the chain gang
had to slang ‘caine, we was out here tryna maintain
we was down bad, f+cked up, now our bucks up
now them n+ggas from the other side know they f+cked up

[verse 2]
these crackers know my name, i can’t be out here thuggin’ like i used to do
he walk up to the car with the fire out because he spookin’ you
hands on the wheel, n+gga, you know what i’ll do to you?
why you pull me over? shut the f+ck up, n+gga, who is you?
thirty clip hangin’ out my glock, this cracker found my banger
the f+ck you doin’ with all these shots? b+tch, i’m an entertainer
every day i’m cuttin’ through these streets, a n+gga clutchin’ heat
i’m shootin’ first, it ain’t no hittin’ back or bustin’ me
you ain’t never hit that n+gga car and make him wreck out
broski brought the tec out, i brought the ar out
this’ll take your car out, and that .40 cal out
i tell them boys to wild out, just don’t take the child out

- wavy navy pooh lyrics

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