Gang Shit - YK Glizzy

Uh, Shorty, eh Trap money ah Baby, baby, yeh, yeh Ando ready pa' lo mio que lo que Todo confundi'o como en percocet Baby no eres jeva mia eso lo sé Hoy voy pa la calle ya me acicalé Uh, con la 17 fumigando insectos Soy el fucking 24 Kobe en baloncesto Disculpa si cuando llego con mi swag molesto Kileros de nacimiento expertos pa' esto Ritmo pa' que te actives Quiero millonarios a todos mis convives Roleta en la muñeca con billete es que se vive La glock y la camioneta huyendo de los detectives Balas vienen hacia mi Las esquivo como Neo Tanto hielo por aqui Mi corazon esta frio Nike, Louis V Esta pendiente con tus tíos Hablame de money a mí Si no no eres de los míos Estoy pendiente de las babys y la plata Pero tanto no pues la avaricia mata Cuidado con la traición de las putas baratas La niña va al gimnasio y desnuda la mata Se lo meto como quiero no la celo No pierdo el tiempo en peleas solo mato por dinero Estoy viajando por el mundo sigo acumulando ceros Dejo al niño millonario pai si mañana me muero Mmm, dejate ver mami Yo salgo a buscarte y nos vamos pal motel Yo se que tu no eres santa y quieres parecer Que no te gustan los maleantes pero te erizó la piel, hey Baby girl tiene como veinte Pero de pequeña se daño la mente Se fuma un creepy se arrebata fácilmente Baila sin asco de lo que diga la gente Solo ropa cara cero Flow barato Los amores los paso desde hace rato Con cupido ella cancelo el contrato Quiere una botella y sendo arrebato Va de party en party mas no de hotel en hotel Porque soy su daddy yo soy el dueño de su piel Si compro un ferrari alli te lo voy a meter Diamantes sobre tu cuello y el mio tambien (Shorty) Peligrosa y buscona Dos tres pepas y se pone juguetona Quiero que tu sepas mami que eres la campeona Enamorado de mi baby enamorado de mi pistola Y si no le contesto cuando me llama Ella se pone como loca y arma un drama Dice que no esta conmigo por la fama Pero siempre quiere sacar fotos en la cama Yeah Hey, Neutro Shorty Trap Money Gang Hey you fenix Gang Shit No mercy, gang shit

In the kitchen, Arm and Hammer, go bananas (go bananas) AK47 hold this big banana (oh wee) And your hoe, she wanna suck on my banana (oh yes) I swear her head game is so fucking bananas (bananas brrra) In the projects, I'm all in East Atlanta Drop a canvas, take a picture (take a picture) Real street nigga, yea, real gangsta Real gang banger, I'm so dangerous Keep that gun on me, I keep that gun on me And I pimp, pimp, pimp, prrrrr, pimp, bitch And I really pimp bitch, real pimp shit You no pimp, you's a lame ass nigga PDE 4L, I'm a gang ass nigga (ass gang) You is not claiming what I'm claiming (What you claiming, nigga?) You cannot enter Please don't enter 'cause we upping all these fucking pistols (Up it up, up it up, boom boom) This that gang shit, aha This that gang shit (this that) PDE 4L, you can't hang around my gang (my gang) Take a nigga chain, ouh, so slime ball Take a nigga chain, this that slime ball, aha We ain't with that shit, we might shoot you, we might shoot You's a bitch dead nigga, you can't enter I'm a real street nigga, I keep pistols, I don't fuck with these pussy niggas I'm a real street nigga, ah, yeah You ain't like me nigga (you ain't like me nigga) Came from the hood, Paradise East, nigga (Paradise East, nigga) I was running in these streets, claiming CTB, yeah MOB, money over bitches, you know me All I want is cheese I've been running these streets 223, yeah, it stay with me Please don't try to play with me I'ma spray you b, uhuh, yeah That's a bad bitch, slime He keep that K on me And I'm bloody B, yeah You know I bang big B's Say: Money, I'm running to the death of me I'm sipping this double cup to the death of me (til I die I'm on this lean) I got these rats on me, don't act a fool, I put them rats on you And have them young niggas come, do you This that gang shit This that gang shit (this that) PDE 4L, you can't hang around my gang (aha) Take a nigga chain, ouuu, so slime ball (so slime ball) Take a nigga chain, this that slime ball We ain't with that shit, we might shoot you (we might shoot you) You's a bitch dead nigga, you can't enter (oh yeah, oh yeah) I'm a real street nigga, I keep pistols, I don't fuck with these pussy niggas (pussy) I'm a real street nigga, ah (real street nigga) Gangster, gangster, ganster Yeah, I like that

I want all shooters at my funeral Only real niggas at my funeral It's gone be ten thousand bitches at my funeral Niggas gone have them pistols at my funeral It's gone be some superstars at my funeral Driving in exotic cars to my funeral Niggas that whip that brick of hard at my funeral You might get your ass robbed at my funeral They tell me stay out the streets Niggas trying To kill me This all I know I was born with the shit in me I don't leave the house if I don't have a semi My niggas ain't pouring no Remy, they don't drink Remy I'm all around the globe, just me and Benny We couting benji's bitches we bout to cop some Bentleys Matching Bentleys, just to be specific U should seen this bitches I had last night, she so terrific And she know I'm a fucking menace She look like Taraji P Henson Bury me in all white linen Bet you they won't say a pussy did it I want all shooters at my funeral Only real niggas at my funeral It's gone be ten thousand bitches at my funeral Niggas gone have them pistols at my funeral It's gone be some superstars at my funeral Driving in exotic cars to my funeral Niggas that whip that brick of hard at my funeral You might get your ass robbed at my funeral I'm thinking about my granny, her name is Ann Just lost her daughter and her son did not become a man Got damn, everybody love miss Ann But she done been through so much pain, she don't give a damn Gotta stay strong for my fam, I made myself a man But if I dont, who the fuck gonna take care of my fam? My uncle in wheelchair, I'm trying to get him a lam Momma keep talking about her bills, that's why I'm out here hustling? I ain't stunt on these niggas like I really wanna I ain't fuck all these bitches that I really wanna I don't see these bitch niggas just like stevie wonder Wen i die all i want is... I want all shooters at my funeral Only real niggas at my funeral It's gone be ten thousand bitches at my funeral Niggas gone have them pistols at my funeral It's gone be some superstars at my funeral Driving in exotic cars to my funeral Niggas that whip that brick of hard at my funeral You might get your ass robbed at my funeral End