Gunna - Gang Gang lyrics
Gunna [Sergio Giavanni Kitchens] College Park, Georgia, U.S
[Gunna - Gang Gang lyrics]
Let's do it yeah, yeah, yeah
Turbo on this motherfucker mayne, know how
The fuck we comin' mayne, yeah, yeah
(Let's go, Playmakers)
Yeah, got some ice in my chain
(Ice in my chain) ain’t no dirt on my name
(Ain't no dirt on my name)
Drive the Bentley or the Range
(Drive the Bentley or the Range)
Show ‘em I'm 'boutta make the game change
Young Gunna fuckin’ your main thang
She walkin' in my spot in a G-string
Niggas worried about the style
They can’t hang
I'ma get rich with the gang-gang
These niggas gonna bite (Bite)
I'ma roll up nigga, pour my right
Red bottoms on, nigga watch my spots
Roll a backwood, can’t pass me a light
Made it out the mud, niggas damn indicted
Rollin’ like cut nigga, pass me some dice
Hundreds in the tub
Let me spray it like Sprite
Diggin' in it good, I’m a beast in the night
So many bags that I appeared mic
Still sippin’ syrup
I don’t drink Miller Lite
My brother got a loft in
The sky and it’s nice (yeah)
I’ma pull up, make sure you're aight (Aight)
Pop a couple percs’, we are gon' take flight
(Take flight)
Hit a studio, make a song gettin’ high (High)
Drippin’ so much, need to call me some vibes
(Drip, drip)
Young Gunna Gunna just securin' his ride
(yeah)
Yeah, got some ice in my chain
(Ice in my chain) ain’t no dirt on my name
(Ain't no dirt on my name)
Drive the Bentley or the Range
(Drive the Bentley or the Range)
Show ‘em I'm 'boutta make the game change
Young Gunna fuckin’ your main thang
(Your main thang)
She walkin' in my spot in a G-string (String)
Niggas worried about the style
They can’t hang (Hang)
I'ma get rich with the gang-gang
Chanel on my belt (Chanel on my belt)
Yeah, I'm watchin’ my wealth
(I'm watchin' my wealth)
Yeah, she smellin’ my drip
(She smellin' my drip)
Yeah, Versace, it's silk (Versace, it's silk)
Uh, Glock on my hip (Glock on my hip)
Hustle, light tip (Hustle, light tip)
Never cuffs in my VIP (Pourin' up in my VIP)
Yeah, cuffin' that hoe, she the real
Put my dick in her mouth and it melt
Nothin’ but Act’ and High Tech on the shelf
I don’t care how you lil’ niggas feel
Drippin with my cut, go I drip by myself
I pulled 'em all out
I don't need no mo’ help
I thought that I told you
That real niggas left
Ain't no more room for you right on this lift
Yeah, got some ice in my chain
(Ice in my chain) ain’t no dirt on my name
(Ain't no dirt on my name)
Drive the Bentley or the Range
(Drive the Bentley or the Range)
Show ‘em I'm 'boutta make the game change
Young Gunna fuckin’ your main thang
(Your main thang)
She walkin' in my spot in a G-string (String)
Niggas worried about the style
They can’t hang (Hang)
I'ma get rich with the gang-gang (Gang-gang)
Turbo on this motherfucker mayne, know how
The fuck we comin' mayne, yeah, yeah
(Let's go, Playmakers)
Yeah, got some ice in my chain
(Ice in my chain) ain’t no dirt on my name
(Ain't no dirt on my name)
Drive the Bentley or the Range
(Drive the Bentley or the Range)
Show ‘em I'm 'boutta make the game change
Young Gunna fuckin’ your main thang
She walkin' in my spot in a G-string
Niggas worried about the style
They can’t hang
I'ma get rich with the gang-gang
These niggas gonna bite (Bite)
I'ma roll up nigga, pour my right
Red bottoms on, nigga watch my spots
Roll a backwood, can’t pass me a light
Made it out the mud, niggas damn indicted
Rollin’ like cut nigga, pass me some dice
Hundreds in the tub
Let me spray it like Sprite
Diggin' in it good, I’m a beast in the night
So many bags that I appeared mic
Still sippin’ syrup
I don’t drink Miller Lite
My brother got a loft in
The sky and it’s nice (yeah)
I’ma pull up, make sure you're aight (Aight)
Pop a couple percs’, we are gon' take flight
(Take flight)
Hit a studio, make a song gettin’ high (High)
Drippin’ so much, need to call me some vibes
(Drip, drip)
Young Gunna Gunna just securin' his ride
(yeah)
Yeah, got some ice in my chain
(Ice in my chain) ain’t no dirt on my name
(Ain't no dirt on my name)
Drive the Bentley or the Range
(Drive the Bentley or the Range)
Show ‘em I'm 'boutta make the game change
Young Gunna fuckin’ your main thang
(Your main thang)
She walkin' in my spot in a G-string (String)
Niggas worried about the style
They can’t hang (Hang)
I'ma get rich with the gang-gang
Chanel on my belt (Chanel on my belt)
Yeah, I'm watchin’ my wealth
(I'm watchin' my wealth)
Yeah, she smellin’ my drip
(She smellin' my drip)
Yeah, Versace, it's silk (Versace, it's silk)
Uh, Glock on my hip (Glock on my hip)
Hustle, light tip (Hustle, light tip)
Never cuffs in my VIP (Pourin' up in my VIP)
Yeah, cuffin' that hoe, she the real
Put my dick in her mouth and it melt
Nothin’ but Act’ and High Tech on the shelf
I don’t care how you lil’ niggas feel
Drippin with my cut, go I drip by myself
I pulled 'em all out
I don't need no mo’ help
I thought that I told you
That real niggas left
Ain't no more room for you right on this lift
Yeah, got some ice in my chain
(Ice in my chain) ain’t no dirt on my name
(Ain't no dirt on my name)
Drive the Bentley or the Range
(Drive the Bentley or the Range)
Show ‘em I'm 'boutta make the game change
Young Gunna fuckin’ your main thang
(Your main thang)
She walkin' in my spot in a G-string (String)
Niggas worried about the style
They can’t hang (Hang)
I'ma get rich with the gang-gang (Gang-gang)