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Polo G - GANG GANG (Lyrics)

#GANGGANG #Polo G #HallOfFame Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/0ezwvY... GANG GANG Lyrics: 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 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 thirty 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 [Lil Wayne:] 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 (Huh) Let the work thaw out for fourteen 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 guns 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 talking 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 ho (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 shining 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