GANG GANG

Uh

So used to them gray clouds

I might fuck around, drop the top in the rain

For the squad, we don't play around

We'll lay him down, hit his top close range

He just pretend, he not with the gang

'Member back then, ask an opp what he bang

Runnin' from the jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne

Spend a quarter mil' on the watch and the chain

I'm just tryna put a lock on the game

Hot shit from this Glock when it flame

Ayy, young nigga up now, 'member back then niggas clowned on me

Now from the Heaven gates only way a nigga lookin' down on me

Keep at least two hundred thou' on me

Keep at least like 30 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 writin' 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 gray clouds

I might fuck around, drop the top in the rain

For the squad, we don't play around

We'll lay him down, hit his top close range

He just pretend, he not with the gang

'Member back then, ask an opp what he bang

Runnin' from the jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne

Spend a quarter mil' on the watch and the chain

I'm just tryna put a lock on the game

Hot shit from this Glock when it flame

Soon as I touch down, them pussy feds be hot on me (woo)

Heard niggas got money all on my head, tell 'em, "Come crown the king" (uh)

Let the work thaw out for 14 days, that's quarantine (yeah)

I'll pour my heart out before my lean, baby, no R&B (yeah)

Six-six-deuce, MOB Piru, big SooWoo, slime my group

Slatt-slatt-slatt, a-achoo, wipe his nose, God bless you

Blatt-blatt-blatt, I'm not through, bratt-tat-tat, duck, duck, goose

Two big g- on me for the smoke, that's Uncle Snoop and Martha Stew'

Call me Capalotty (woo), Big Slimalini (yeah), Lil' Slime Gotti (uh)

That ain't the 'Ghini, lil' bitch that's the 'Gatti (skrrt)

Promethazine, need a P, I'm the wild me

I hide fettuccine from the federales

I'm like Rick Pitino or John Calipari

I'm leadin' my team, yeah, right to the finals

That money talkin' and we talkin' private

I'm not correspondin', hold on

Gucci slides and Versace robes (ooh)

I'll slide a nigga, I'll slide a hoe (ooh)

I banged on anybody, gang

And I ball with all my slime-inos

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 shinin' gold

Used to the gray clouds

I might fuck around and drop the top in the rain (yeah-yeah)

For the squad, we don't play around

We'll lay him down, hit his top close range (top close range)

He just pretend, he not with the gang

'Member back then, ask an opp what he bang

Runnin' from the jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne

Spend a whole mil' on the watch and the chain

I'm just tryna put a lock on the game

Hot shit from this Glock when it flame, yeah

Polo G, Tunechi Lee, yeah-yeah

Call me Capalotty