Lyrics Gangs (feat. Biz) - Gucci Mane
[Intro]
Gangs
GEAH,
GEAH,
GEAH,
GEAH
[Chorus]
Gangs,
let's
start
a
gang
E'rybody
say
they
wanna
join
the
gang
These
thangs,
let's
start
again
E'rybody
say
they
wanna
join
the
gang
So
Icey
boy,
that's
the
thang
E'rybody
say
they
wanna
join
the
gang
This
gang
- wanna
join
the
gang
So
Ice
boy
nigga
that's
the
thang
This
gang
[Gucci
Mane]
'Fore
you
join
the
gang
gotta
change
your
name
(yeahhh)
Sound
is
So
Icey,
change
your
slang
Hot
boys,
hot
girls,
blaze
ya
{?}
Crip
greens
rice,
law
enforcement
treys
Simple
plain
shorty
I'll
bang
ya
brain
(POW!)
Don't
get
it
twisted
shorty
I'll
cock
and
aim
Gucci
got
guns
with
beams
and
thangs
(huh)
The
runners
got
stupid
had
dreams
of
thangs
(yeahhh)
Black
Chuck
Taylors
with
the
screens
and
thangs
Cause
everybody
say
they
wanna
join
the
gang
Black
Chuck
Taylors,
red
shoestrings
and
thangs
Cause
e'rybody
say
they
wanna
join
my
gang
It's
Gucci
[Chorus]
[Biz]
Shouts
out
to
the
red
and
the
blue
gangs
And
them
boys
with
the
black
flags
gettin
money
mane
I
get
that
pepperjack
cheese,
boy
that's
hot
money
Kinda
similar
to
what
you
boys
call
block
money
(yessir)
It's
kinda
funny,
cause
the
money
come
in
blocks
son
I
got
a
Forrest
Gump
trap
house
- it
stay
runnin
Say
e'rybody
wanna
join
the
So
Icey
fam
Well
get
your
money
right
Miller
(why?)
Cause
we
goin
ham
Throwed
off
cause
the
gang
I
rep
that
e'ryday
We
get
it
with
the
So
Icey
boy,
the
long
way
Ben
Frank's
my
right
hand
man,
but
I
need
him
mo'
and
mo'
So
add
in
nine
others
butter
now
I
got
a
Grand
Hustle
[Chorus]
[Gucci
Mane]
Nigga
it's
a
gang
thang,
gang
plan,
gang
bang
Here
to
give
it
Sunday,
every
day
is
gang
day
Red
rag,
blue
rag,
black
rag,
green
Don't
put
it
on
your
body
'less
you
know
what
that
mean
The
team
tote
infrared
beams,
knahmean?
We'll
bust
you
bullets
goin
in
your
spleen,
knahmean?
Baby
feelin
good
cause
she
on
the
dream
team
Cause
every
bad
bitch
wanna
join
a
real
gang
(YEAHHH)
His
lady
feelin
good,
cause
she
got
a
real
lame
Cause
one
track
mind
never
made
the
out
train
Baby's
feelin
good
cause
she
on
the
dream
team
Cause
every
bad
bitch
wanna
join
a
real
gang
His
lady
feelin
good,
cause
she
got
a
real
lame
Cause
one
track
minds
never
make
the
out
train
GANGS
1 Hot!
2 Runnin' Back (Gettin' Fat)
3 Stoopid
4 Murder Was the Case (Ox From Belly)
5 Murder for Fun (feat. Ox)
6 Murder for Fun
7 Sh*tt*n Onum
8 Shittin' Onum
9 Gangs (feat. Biz)
10 Gangs
11 Say Damn
12 Get Low (Like a Lambo) (feat. Selassie)
13 Yella Diamonds
14 Trap Money (remix) (feat. B.A & Ox)
15 Trap Money - Remix
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