GANG GANG (Lyrics) - POLO G
GANG GANG (Lyrics) - POLO G
POLO G - GANG GANG (Lyrics)
POLO G, GANG GANG, #ALLBADDIES
GANG GANG Lyrics:
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So used to them grey clouds,
I might fuck around, drop the top in the rain
For the squad, we don't play around,
we'll lay 'em down, hit his top close range
He just pretend, he not with the gang
'Member back then, that's an opp, what he banged
Runnin' from jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne
Spent a quarter mill' on the watch and the chain
I'm just tryna put a lock on the game
Hot shit from this Glock when it flames, yeah, yeah, yeah
Young nigga up now, remember back then niggas clowned on me
Down from the Heaven gates, only way a nigga lookin' down on me
Keep at least two hundred thou' on me,
keep at least like thirty rounds on me
With my niggas 'til the wheels fall off, don't care if my ride on E
Gucci slides, Versace robes, palm trees, exotic hoes
Snitchin', he can't right his wrongs, once he play that writing role
Slime shit, we wipe his nose, feds watchin', might strike a pose
Do a hit, take flight, we gone, we just take the dice and roll
So used to them grey clouds,
I might fuck around, drop the top in the rain
For the squad, we don't play around,
we'll lay 'em down, hit his top close range
He just pretend, he not with the gang
'Member back then, that's an opp, what he banged
Runnin' from jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne
Spent a quarter mill' on the watch and the chain
I'm just tryna put a lock on the game
Hot shit from this Glock when it flames, yeah, yeah, yeah
Soon as I touch down, them pussy feds be hot on me
Heard niggas got money out on my head,
tell 'em "Come crown the king"
Let the work out though for fourteen days, that's quarantine
I poured my heart out before my lean, baby, no R&B
Six-six deuce, my Piru, big suuwoo, slime my crew
Slatt, slatt, slatt, a-achoo, wipe his nose, God bless you
Blatt-blatt-blatt, I'm not through
Blatt-tat-tat, duck-duck-goose
Two big guns on me for the smoke
It's uncle Snoop and Martha Stew'
Call me Capalotty, Big Slimalini, Lil' Slime Gotti
That ain't the 'Ghini, lil' bitch that's a 'Gatti
Promethazine me, a P on the ...
I hid fettuccine from the federales
I'm like Rick Pitino or John Caliparri
I'm leadin' my team, yeah, right to the finals
That money talking and we talkin' private
I'm not correspondin', hold on
Gucci slides and Versace robes
I slide a nigga, I slide a ho
I bang on anybody gang
And I ball with all my slimy ...
On gang-gang, on Hollygrove
No plain jane, I smoke Zario
And when the rain came I put the top down
Under the dark clouds, I'm shiny gold
Used to the grey clouds,
I might fuck around and drop the top in the rain
For the squad, we don't play around,
we'll lay 'em down, hit his top close range
He just pretend, he not with the gang
'Member back then, that's an opp, what he banged
Runnin' from jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne
Spent a quarter mill' on the watch and the chain
I'm just tryna put a lock on the game
Hot shit from this Glock when it flames, yeah
Polo G, Tunechi Lee
Call me Capalotty
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