Lyrics Gang Bang - Fredo Santana
All
my
niggas
grimy,
all
we
do
is
gang
bang
Every
nigga
with
me
throwing
up
the
same
thing
Hundred
shot
TEC,
I
don't
need
no
fucking
aim
Shooters
on
deck,
you
can
get
your
ass
changed
Fredo
Santana,
got
your
bitch
screaming
my
name
I
don't
fuck
with
lames,
nigga
please
stay
in
your
lane
All
my
niggas
grimy,
all
we
do
is
gang
bang
All
my
niggas
grimp,
all
we
do
is
gang
bang
All
my
niggas
grimy,
all
we
do
is
gang
bang
All
my
niggas
grimy,
all
we
do
is
gang
bang
Who
the
fuck
is
you,
you
can't
hang
where
I
hang
I
got
shooters
that
gon'
shoot,
bullets
going
through
your
brain
Higher
than
a
plane,
smoking
kushy
to
the
brain
Looking
for
a
bad
bitch
so
I
can
borrow
her
face
I'm
three-hundred,
so
I
know
she
gon',
ain't
much
I
gotta
say
Reesey'
money
with
that
tech,
I
got
a
problem
round
my
way
This
little
thirty
ain't
finna'
do
nothing,
it
keep
falling
off
my
waist
Baby
girl
pull
your
pants
up,
I
only
want
your
face
Call
brosky
face,
in
traffic
smoking
stank
Them
bullets
peel
like
paint,
I'm
cooling
where
it
ain't
safe
Make
a
horror
movie,
then
escape
Middle
fingers
to
the
Jake's
Fresh
up
out
of
jail,
I
be
on
my
trap
shit
Hit
Chop
up
on
the
cell,
I
need
a
beat
I'm
on
my
rap
shit
I'm
not
for
that
acting,
if
you
want
if
you
get
clapped
quick
Them
hitters
all
around,
and
them
tools
we
be
packin'
See
Fredo
make
it
happen,
Chief
Sosa
make
it
happen
Try
us
and
you'll
be
the
first,
they
smoking
up
to
heaven
If
you
ain't
with
me,
you
must
be
against
me
Them
thirties
on
deck,
and
them
clips
is
never
empty
Two
thirties
in
my
hand,
try
and
run
from
the
sixty
That
goofy
shit
makes
me,
gone
off
a
pilly
I'm
shooting
if
you
concealing,
I
stay
with
nine
milli
That
forty
or
that
semi,
my
hitters
put
you
six
feet
1 Smokin Dope
2 My Plug
3 Just Be Cool
4 My Lil' Niggaz
5 My Squad
6 Gang Bang
7 Got Myself
8 Wild Niggas
9 Respect
10 Flexing Finessing
11 War
12 Glory Shit
13 Beef
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