Nh slxm - Gang (feat. famous Meek)

Gimme the green light
And im getting the verse lit
Im wit some niggas
We pullin up way deep
We look like a moshpit
Niggas be talking shit but
They aint stoppin us
We gettin them all hit
Im on that
Walk in room
What do claim shit
That what do you bang shit
Aye
Im with the gang members
And the grave diggers
Im wit street niccas
Aint no sweet niccas
I got big brooms
Get the streets clear
If you pussy nigga
I can smell fear
I can shoot that nicca at his mom crib
Imma fold that bitch like a lawn chair
Throwin gang signs
While her mom there
Then im out the window when she get near
Like wait
Im wit my crip
And he 60's closest i can get
To nipsey
Niggas is fake whats the hand shake
Hitta
When you catch a body nicca
Im from the dale
Reppin Broward till im frail
Hit the O to break a bail
Im wit my nicca dripped out
Like its blood fake nicca yous a dub
187 im steppin
I keep me a weapon
I bang double 7
Im bangin till I get to heaven
You niggas be talking like peasants
I shoot mac 11's you pussy
Cant come to my section
I really done fought through depression
she kno my intensions
I dont gotta lie jus to hit it
I fuc then forget it
I pull up and pop at ya fitted
Was speakin on me but you shouldnt
I hang with the reaper
Im bafullin but you in the bleachers
I got my strap my like adidas
We kick it like fifa
Im talkin that shit out ya speakers
She wanna cuff i dont need her
She think imma cheater
Im hearing that she was a eater
Feeling like kendrick new freezer
I fuck her den leave her
Im probably never gone see her
With the Gang
We goin purgin
We hop out murder den
We slide on all our opps
Das why you aint heard of dem
Slim be gettin money
You cant get no word from him
They say slim be flippin bird
But you cant get no birds from him
This big C on my chest
I wear it like a letter man
Im rollxn wit my blood
But im gone rocc n roll wit him
We load up all these clips we gone spin
And bend again
We load up all these clips we gone spin
And bend again
But if you fucc with the gang
You get left on a shirt
Everybody gone shoot
Cause we all put in work
We some gangbangin
Drug dealers
Always screamin fucc a nicca
Bangalism buss a nicca
Neva scared to touch a nicca
Where you from
Throw it up
Rep yo shit
Throw it up
Bang yo set
Throw it up
Rep yo shit
Throw it up
Where you from
Throw it up
Rep yo shit
Throw it up
Bang yo set
Throw it up
Rep yo shit
Throw it up

Written by:
Desaun Collins

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