Chief Keef - G L O G A N G lyrics

GGP n-G, N-G (Ayy)
G-A-N-G (Bang) , G-A-N-G (Gang)
G-A-N-G (Bang) , G-A-N-G (Gang) g-A-N-G
DP on the beat

G-L-O-G-A-N-G (N-G) , ayy
Money, we get plenty (We get Benjis)
Thots, we get plenty
Niggas can't come near we (Nah they can't)
Cause niggas out here snakes (Snakes)
Niggas act like they your friend, they fake
(Sosa baby, ayy)
They want the food up on your plate
(GBE baby, Glo Gang baby)
They want your shoes, they want your skates
(Sit Gang)

I'm bout my money, honor that (Honor that)
Salute, I'm captain (I'm captain)
Know she fuck me 'cause my money
Blame it on the Cognac (Cognac)
Comin' through, andy hit me like, ring ring
We got some racks (Ring ring)
It's a lot of money on the table
You know we gotta get that (Beep)
Bad bitch, gotta hit that (Gotta hit that)
I'm flyer than a pelican, man (Pelican, man)
Lean back with the tool Fat Joe
(Tool, Fat Joe)
Walk in the room, I'm Elephant Man
(Elephant Man)
Diamonds on me, they elegant, man
(They elegant, man)
Tryna take my shit, I'm tellin' you, man
(I'm tellin' you, man)
I'm gon' blow my gun, bang, bang, bang
(Bang bang) i ain't feelin' you, man
(I ain't feelin' you, man)
Diamonds in my chain, bling, bling, bling
(Bling) yours look shittier, man
(Yours look shittier, man)
Bitches call my phone, ring, ring, ring
(Ring) you think yours looks prettier, man
(Yours looks prettier, man)
The shit I smoke so loud, I
Swear I can't hear you, man
(I can't hear you, man)
I be ballin' out, I think I'm Kobe Durant
(I'm Kobe Durant)

G-L-O-G-A-N-G (N-G) , ayy
Money, we get plenty (We get Benjis)
Thots, we get plenty
Niggas can't come near we (Nah they can't)
Cause niggas out here snakes (Snakes)
Niggas act like they your friend, they fake
(They fake)
They want the food up on your plate
(On your plate)
They want your shoes, they want your skates
(Want your skates)

Got more pints than a blood drive (Lean)
Pouring fours, this is mud life (Fours)
Up in PJs, that's how we fly (Skrrt)
They see I'm rich and they ask me why
Sosa and Sachi, we gonna catch this hommi
(Bop)
G-L-O Gang, we about to catch this body
Cut the tennis ball, hide the crack in it
People thought I'm actin' (No, I'm not)
Young Sachi trappin' you know Sosa strappin'
Chicago to Manhattan
And you know my boys that always be clappin'
(Brap) bang bang, now 300 (3Hunna)
Andy Milonakis, bitch, you don't want it
Bitch

G-L-O-G-A-N-G (N-G) , ayy
Money, we get plenty (We get Benjis)
Thots, we get plenty
Niggas can't come near we (Nah they can't)
Cause niggas out here snakes (Snakes)
Niggas act like they your friend, they fake
(They fake)
They want the food up on your plate
(On your plate)
They want your shoes, they want your skates
(Want your skates)