TrDee, StanWill - Gang Only lyrics
[TrDee, StanWill - Gang Only lyrics]
Shooter on tip, a wrong move might just
(Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby)
Shooter on tip
A wrong move might just end the game
And I'm not worried about your's
He ain't got no aim
Bitch, I always show up in the clutch
Kinda feel like Dame
I don't get it, if that's yo bitch
Why she give me brain?
You thought that I would give a fuck
But I ran out of those
This the third time in that fit
He ain't got no clothes
Dawg always ask him where they at
He ain't got no hoes
We was hitting every Walmart till
We ran out of stores
We'll pull up sparking ARPs out the SUV
Say it's up, I put it on the floor
I just can't let you be
All that talking spicy, when I catch you
I can't let you speak like shut up, huh
I bе riding 'round with that shit
Need to wipe my ass
Walking in the bank, I'm like, shit
This look likе my stash
Think I'm finna wrestle in this bitch?
He gon' fight my MAG
We be labbed up through this
Bitch like it's science class
You be booed up with a freak
What a fucking clown
Feel like a king, Neptune
Where my fucking crown?
Only fucking if you fuck the team
So I hope you down
Bitch got a lake between her legs
Tryna make me drown
Why you talking all that big
Money but ain't got it?
Feel like Jalen Green 'cause I'm
In Houston with a rocket
If you catch me riding with the
Bitch then I popped it
You a hall of fame capper, nigga
Please stop it
You can only catch me where the gang at
Cut into yo bitch like
"Where that brain at?"
Fully on the bop, ain't gotta aim that
He be munching on that bitch
I'm sick he came that
Say it's beef, throw some bread on his head
Now he lunch meat
Hit stick in the Amirmis if he
Think he finna rush me
All that riding on our wave
We on his head like a brush be
You won't catch me in Milwaukee but
I'm always where some bucks be
Niggas want this and that but they
Ain't never got no motion
Wocky in a twenty-four got it
Looking like it's potion
Told that bitch I'm not a game
Cut it out the controlling
Told 'em we was finna blow
They probably thought that I was trolling
Bitch caught me with her friend, I'm like
"I thought that was you"
Man, it's fuck the grapevine
What you heard is not true
Told the driver don't panic
Keep it together like glue
He was talking down till we popped
Up on him just like boo
Buffalos icy than a bitch, got my eyes cold
I got jetlag in first class
Switching time zones
Put my bounty hunter on yo head
You can't hide long
Hope you got yo blick attached 'cause
You know I got mine dog $hit Militia
That's the gang but you know that
Barking like a Pit but he a pup, boy
You ain't on that
We'll take him straight up out that pape'
You bet not show that talking out his neck
I'll put the blicky where his 'fro at
(Ooh, it's BlueStrip, baby)
Shooter on tip
A wrong move might just end the game
And I'm not worried about your's
He ain't got no aim
Bitch, I always show up in the clutch
Kinda feel like Dame
I don't get it, if that's yo bitch
Why she give me brain?
You thought that I would give a fuck
But I ran out of those
This the third time in that fit
He ain't got no clothes
Dawg always ask him where they at
He ain't got no hoes
We was hitting every Walmart till
We ran out of stores
We'll pull up sparking ARPs out the SUV
Say it's up, I put it on the floor
I just can't let you be
All that talking spicy, when I catch you
I can't let you speak like shut up, huh
I bе riding 'round with that shit
Need to wipe my ass
Walking in the bank, I'm like, shit
This look likе my stash
Think I'm finna wrestle in this bitch?
He gon' fight my MAG
We be labbed up through this
Bitch like it's science class
You be booed up with a freak
What a fucking clown
Feel like a king, Neptune
Where my fucking crown?
Only fucking if you fuck the team
So I hope you down
Bitch got a lake between her legs
Tryna make me drown
Why you talking all that big
Money but ain't got it?
Feel like Jalen Green 'cause I'm
In Houston with a rocket
If you catch me riding with the
Bitch then I popped it
You a hall of fame capper, nigga
Please stop it
You can only catch me where the gang at
Cut into yo bitch like
"Where that brain at?"
Fully on the bop, ain't gotta aim that
He be munching on that bitch
I'm sick he came that
Say it's beef, throw some bread on his head
Now he lunch meat
Hit stick in the Amirmis if he
Think he finna rush me
All that riding on our wave
We on his head like a brush be
You won't catch me in Milwaukee but
I'm always where some bucks be
Niggas want this and that but they
Ain't never got no motion
Wocky in a twenty-four got it
Looking like it's potion
Told that bitch I'm not a game
Cut it out the controlling
Told 'em we was finna blow
They probably thought that I was trolling
Bitch caught me with her friend, I'm like
"I thought that was you"
Man, it's fuck the grapevine
What you heard is not true
Told the driver don't panic
Keep it together like glue
He was talking down till we popped
Up on him just like boo
Buffalos icy than a bitch, got my eyes cold
I got jetlag in first class
Switching time zones
Put my bounty hunter on yo head
You can't hide long
Hope you got yo blick attached 'cause
You know I got mine dog $hit Militia
That's the gang but you know that
Barking like a Pit but he a pup, boy
You ain't on that
We'll take him straight up out that pape'
You bet not show that talking out his neck
I'll put the blicky where his 'fro at