CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Rap Diss to Dravin jesberger
(Chorus)
Gang Gang
Gang Gang
Gang Gang
Gang Gang
(Verse 1)
Thats what i’m about
Heard your stupid a** rap name
Whats that sh*t about
B*t*h you wanted a battle
Hold on lemme get my horse saddled
Went through your lyrics on genius
Always talking bout school stuff
I still can't picture you being a genius
N***a this ain't no recess so i don’t play games
This ain't threat lil' boy, you know we friends
B*t*h don’t kill my vibes i’m like kendrick with the fire
Pull up in your trailer crib b*t*h “Ta Ta” shots fired
Yea i’m from Africa, but n***a my swag dripping
Yea your foriegn b*t*h tripping
I had her head down my pants man
Yea she sucked my lil d**k man
I f**ked her and that didn't even let you know
I hit your b*t*h like a jet, Then i wrote her a check
Nike bottoms for my shoes, Check
Yea i never run out of checks
Check my records back in Africa
Yea my sh*t is all checked
Come sit over here lil boy, its high time you get a detention
Coz you’ve been using a lot ‘F’ words
I bet my ryhmes gives you chills, put that on god
Call me Big chill, on god
Yea my flows got ice on em, oh god
Imma hit you with these punch lines till it physically hurts ya
(Chorus)
Gang Gang
Gang Gang
Gang Gang
Gang Gang
Gang Gang
Gang Gang
Gang Gang
Gang Gang
(Verse 1)
Thats what i’m about
Heard your stupid a** rap name
Whats that sh*t about
B*t*h you wanted a battle
Hold on lemme get my horse saddled
Went through your lyrics on genius
Always talking bout school stuff
I still can't picture you being a genius
N***a this ain't no recess so i don’t play games
This ain't threat lil' boy, you know we friends
B*t*h don’t kill my vibes i’m like kendrick with the fire
Pull up in your trailer crib b*t*h “Ta Ta” shots fired
Yea i’m from Africa, but n***a my swag dripping
Yea your foriegn b*t*h tripping
I had her head down my pants man
Yea she sucked my lil d**k man
I f**ked her and that didn't even let you know
I hit your b*t*h like a jet, Then i wrote her a check
Nike bottoms for my shoes, Check
Yea i never run out of checks
Check my records back in Africa
Yea my sh*t is all checked
Come sit over here lil boy, its high time you get a detention
Coz you’ve been using a lot ‘F’ words
I bet my ryhmes gives you chills, put that on god
Call me Big chill, on god
Yea my flows got ice on em, oh god
Imma hit you with these punch lines till it physically hurts ya
(Chorus)
Gang Gang
Gang Gang
Gang Gang
Gang Gang
