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Letra : Gangatroni
Yeah, I'm with gangatroni
Ain't no question who I'm with, b*t*h, I'm with gangatroni
This sh*t ain't no t** for tat, let's make this thing a blowout (Let's make this a blowout)
Retaliation to empty threats make n***as not wanna go out (These n***as don't wanna go out, FOREVEROLLIN)
I found out that big gang had f**ked your main and you was tore out (You was in your feelings)
And I don't speak opinions, only facts come out of my mouth (And that's a fact)
And hustling in my veins, sh*t, I was made inside a crack house (Yes, and that's a fact)
And n***as talk that money sh*t, can't even pull a stack out (And that's a fact)
Was a blackout (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
That's all he heard when I heard he was hatin' on me (Yeah)
Nervous n***as workin', pray that they don't write no statement on me (Prey they don't write no statements)
Tryna keep this street sh*t far b?hind me, but it's gainin' on me (Sh*t getting clos?r)
You and me are not the same, I came for everything I wanted (Came for all my sh*t)
Cashed out for my fourty-one on the spot, wasn't no payments on it (No, it wasn't no payments)
Everybody gettin' off, we see an opp, it ain't no waitin' on it (No, it wasn't no waiting)
If he ain't try to hit something when I got shot, then ain't no way we homies (No, it ain't no way)
My name got that ranking on it (Gang)
Life too real, I can't be phony (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
Gangatroni (Gang)
Ridin' round in the rental, tryna spank your homie (Gang)
Thirty pokin' out my pockets, this sh*t can't be folded (Gang)
Thirty underneath this rocket, Russell Westbrook, homie (Gang)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gangatroni (Gang)
Ridin' round in the rental, tryna spank your homie (Gang)
Thirty pokin' out my pockets, this sh*t can't be folded (Gang)
Thirty underneath this rocket, Russell Westbrook, homie (Gang)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
When Quanny died, divided all us up, I brought it back now (Rest in peace my n***a)
Big Basey say he cannot close the trap until Lil Shaq out (Free Lil Shaq)
And Doc got this sh*t hot, the opps keep callin', tryna cop out (Red dot)
And 30 Poppa wet up n***as' blocks, he keep his mop out (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
And Capo in the gambling house, still tryna sit his shot down (Four-five-six)
And Donnie somewhere dishin' out that dog, he got a whole pound (He got a whole piz)
It's easy money, exactly what it is, exactly how it sound (Exactly what it is)
Him and Freaky sneaky for a reason, it's a lot of pounds (Freaky keep the heat)
Quiet, gotta keep it down (Shh)
B*t*h, moving discreetly now (Yeah, yeah)
But all of us get off and got it on us when you see us out (They ain't know us)
You ain't help your people out (Nah)
Put food in your people's mouth (You ain't never did that)
Haters hate, the real can vouch, I'm everything I'm rappin' 'bout (Yeah, yeah, big Gee, n***a)
Gangatroni (Gang)
Ridin' round in the rental, tryna spank your homie (N***as know what's up with me, n***a, gang)
Thirty pokin' out my pockets, this sh*t can't be folded (EST, ABM, FAO, gang, ayy, man)
Thirty underneath this rocket, Russell Westbrook, homie (Gang, yeah)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang (Con gang)
Gangatroni (Gang)
Ridin' round in the rental, tryna spank your homie (N***as know who started this gang sh*t, gang)
Thirty pokin' out my pockets, this sh*t can't be folded (Newberg, you repping something me and my n***as started, gang)
Thirty underneath this rocket, Russell Westbrook, homie (Yeah, gang)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ain't no question who I'm with, b*t*h, I'm with gangatroni
This sh*t ain't no t** for tat, let's make this thing a blowout (Let's make this a blowout)
Retaliation to empty threats make n***as not wanna go out (These n***as don't wanna go out, FOREVEROLLIN)
I found out that big gang had f**ked your main and you was tore out (You was in your feelings)
And I don't speak opinions, only facts come out of my mouth (And that's a fact)
And hustling in my veins, sh*t, I was made inside a crack house (Yes, and that's a fact)
And n***as talk that money sh*t, can't even pull a stack out (And that's a fact)
Was a blackout (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
That's all he heard when I heard he was hatin' on me (Yeah)
Nervous n***as workin', pray that they don't write no statement on me (Prey they don't write no statements)
Tryna keep this street sh*t far b?hind me, but it's gainin' on me (Sh*t getting clos?r)
You and me are not the same, I came for everything I wanted (Came for all my sh*t)
Cashed out for my fourty-one on the spot, wasn't no payments on it (No, it wasn't no payments)
Everybody gettin' off, we see an opp, it ain't no waitin' on it (No, it wasn't no waiting)
If he ain't try to hit something when I got shot, then ain't no way we homies (No, it ain't no way)
My name got that ranking on it (Gang)
Life too real, I can't be phony (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
Gangatroni (Gang)
Ridin' round in the rental, tryna spank your homie (Gang)
Thirty pokin' out my pockets, this sh*t can't be folded (Gang)
Thirty underneath this rocket, Russell Westbrook, homie (Gang)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gangatroni (Gang)
Ridin' round in the rental, tryna spank your homie (Gang)
Thirty pokin' out my pockets, this sh*t can't be folded (Gang)
Thirty underneath this rocket, Russell Westbrook, homie (Gang)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
When Quanny died, divided all us up, I brought it back now (Rest in peace my n***a)
Big Basey say he cannot close the trap until Lil Shaq out (Free Lil Shaq)
And Doc got this sh*t hot, the opps keep callin', tryna cop out (Red dot)
And 30 Poppa wet up n***as' blocks, he keep his mop out (Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow)
And Capo in the gambling house, still tryna sit his shot down (Four-five-six)
And Donnie somewhere dishin' out that dog, he got a whole pound (He got a whole piz)
It's easy money, exactly what it is, exactly how it sound (Exactly what it is)
Him and Freaky sneaky for a reason, it's a lot of pounds (Freaky keep the heat)
Quiet, gotta keep it down (Shh)
B*t*h, moving discreetly now (Yeah, yeah)
But all of us get off and got it on us when you see us out (They ain't know us)
You ain't help your people out (Nah)
Put food in your people's mouth (You ain't never did that)
Haters hate, the real can vouch, I'm everything I'm rappin' 'bout (Yeah, yeah, big Gee, n***a)
Gangatroni (Gang)
Ridin' round in the rental, tryna spank your homie (N***as know what's up with me, n***a, gang)
Thirty pokin' out my pockets, this sh*t can't be folded (EST, ABM, FAO, gang, ayy, man)
Thirty underneath this rocket, Russell Westbrook, homie (Gang, yeah)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang (Con gang)
Gangatroni (Gang)
Ridin' round in the rental, tryna spank your homie (N***as know who started this gang sh*t, gang)
Thirty pokin' out my pockets, this sh*t can't be folded (Newberg, you repping something me and my n***as started, gang)
Thirty underneath this rocket, Russell Westbrook, homie (Yeah, gang)
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
