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willtharapper - gangin lyrics

[verse 1]
we be just cool with the gang [?]
you ain’t gang you can’t hang man
you ain’t squad you bought you already know that though
it’s willtharapper n-gga

[verse 2]
gang gang
my n-ggas be going the same
you play in they mind but you brain
i can not kick it with lames
i just be gangin with gang
i just be gangin with gang
i cannot kick it with lames
i just be gangin with gang
i just be gangin with gang
you just be hanging with lames
my n-ggas we play with them things
you perp we gon aim at your brain
four five thirty eight came with my squad
that’s your ticket out the gods
ulta [?] ulta wherever you go
i spark at the devil to know
i got that highest edible flow
your b-tch on my d-ck but i’m telling her no
i p-ss her to bro or i just p-ss her to gang
we play these hoes like a game
i take your b-tch then make her f-ck for the fame
then kicked her out of the range
n-ggas ain’t gang but wanna be proud
this ain’t a circus we don’t f-ck with clowns
up this is for me and i won’t f-ck around
that watch is body for i touch the ground
then we run down playing like simon says
til that n-gg- put his hands behind his head
they go in his pockets and take the bread
and still we gone pistol beat him with a leg
i bought my grave you heard what i said
play with my money you might end up dead
i cannot toy with these n-ggas be feds
talking all crazy these n-ggas be scared
i’m out on these streets and these n-ggas ain’t dead
in the same hood they won’t never come near
i don’t got no fear i got a dog now
hit him in the leg watch him fall down
he was straight running watch him crawl now
he ain’t talking that sh-t from his socks now
sister used to call me but she gone now
so i walk around with a long brown
and the ops trying to tell us to calm down
trying to click up and get along now
but they run their beef with the wrong cow
and my n-ggas running with a four five
and they pointing pistols at your guys
yeah i’m eating but i want your fries
i done dealt with p-ssy n-ggas your size
and a forty crunch them like a pork grind
i keep a part of my diesel
try to give me a [?] but i leave you
not a k!ller i shoot when i need to
i ain’t scary i know that you bleed too
my n-ggas they demons they evil
pull up and start shooting at people

[verse 2]
murder n-gg- hey
stop shooting at people
send that sign i swoop in like an eagle
f-ck with me thirty clip might delete you
oh my sh-t my dope it’s illegal
i get paper i’m back on my sh-t back on my stress [?]
i make gas if that’s what you need [?] all the way to h t
i got that gas but believe i got that lay
you play with me and you might catch a bane
i’m on my sh-t b-tch i travel my team
if you want gasoline i pull up i chop on the scene
forty fifth all in my j
b-tch it be chopping no [?]
i got that gangsta sh-t thats the sh-t the building
i stack all that gwap
got to the ceiling you f-ck with me forty fifth get the peeling
i make your d-ck click i got no time for no b-tches
i ain’t got no time for you to put my name all in your mouth
and i drive by my auntie house forty fifth thirty clip in my hip to scout
called my brother he’s not undercover forty fifth thirty clip is like danny glover
i got to p-ss all in my pants i got no time for no loving
i told that b-tch ain’t no comfort
forty fifth thirty clip get the busting
call lebron his -ss will get [?]
every time that we diving for nothing
i had that bag i swear to god got kicked for those eleven
i swear to god that sh-t crazy i don’t got no [?] but baby
bet i’m going to diss him i don’t give a f-ck
this in the cut you know that it’s tough
got your loyal b-tch and she ate a d-ck
girl [?] i fell on [?] her b-tt
i said d-mn why do i sway the swag
i got them onions and hash
you n-ggas mad the way i chop and i dab
the way i swifter the sway
you n-ggas talking and you n-ggas be bluffing
told them n-ggas [?] if you want to smoke pull up to the set
good gas wide n-gg- d-mn
i just be high as sh-t i don’t know what i be saying
but when i call up my mans he got the grinds blowing that gas out the vine
i don’t give a f-ck what they talk about
while they chop and i dab i might kick it at your mommas house
what n-ggas talk about swear to god back when i had to go run around
i had to run a route i hit them legs i’m on my sh-t swear to god i do everything
on my strip and i don’t get called for it d-mn hey

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