GANG GANG
 作词 : Polo G/Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
 作曲 : Polo G/Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
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So used to them grey clouds, I might **** 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 s**t from this Glock when it flames, yeah, yeah, yeah

Young n***a up now, remember back then n***as clowned on me
Down from the Hеaven gates, only way a n***a lookin' down on me
Keep at lеast two hundred thou' on me, keep at least like thirty rounds on me
With my n***as '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 s**t, 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 **** 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 s**t from this Glock when it flames, yeah, yeah, yeah

Soon as I touch down, them pussy feds be hot on me (Woo)
Heard n***as got money out on my head, tell 'em "Come crown the king" (Hm)
Let the work out though for fourteen days, that's quarantine (Damn)
I poured my heart out before my lean, baby, no R&B (Yeah)
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 (Woo), Big Slimalini (Uh), Lil' Slime Gotti (Yeah)
That ain't the 'Ghini, lil' b***h that's a 'Gatti (Skrrt)
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 (Ooh)
I slide a n***a, I slide a ho (Ooh)
I bang on anybody gang
And I ball with all my slime they know
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 **** around and drop the top in the rain (Yeah, yeah)
For the squad, we don't play around, we'll lay 'em down, hit his top close range (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 whole mill' on the watch and the chain
I'm just tryna put a lock on the game
Hot s**t from this Glock when it flames, yeah

Polo G, Tunechi Lee (Yeah)
Call me Capalotty