Paroles et traduction DaBoii - Onna Gang

Onna Gang

Shit, Ima name this shit onna gang nigga
Cause, nigga, everything I'm saying nigga, that's on gang nigga

Just cause you got ya ass a gun, that don't make you a gangster
Ole bad ass lil boy, I'll give you a spanking
I know some niggas want me dead, I be keeping em patient
Keep taking pictures with all them hammers, ain't beating no cases
Load the clips up with gloves, I ain't leaving no traces
I'll leave up out this earth before leaving a statement
Fuck with us, yeah just know you're beefing with Haitians
We ride around with baby K's onna special occasion
Lil bitch Ima dog, but a lion at heart
You know that shit gon come to light, you can't hide in the dark
And you can't get up in this whip, catch you riding a bar
And you don't mean shit you tweet but be typing it hard
And everytime I hit a bitch, it be from behind
When they had me in that cell, I was beefing with time
Nah nigga, I don't rap I'm just speaking my mind
DaBoii for President, bitch I'm freeing my guys
Keep on talking out your neck, that shit funny as fuck
I'm finna pull up on your sister and bust me a nut
I'm not familiar with no manners or no hometraining
You the best liar of the year with all that bold facing
I'm just tryna touch a B and I got no patience
If you owe me nigga pay me in full, no payments
I ain arguing with niggas I be close casing
Boy I been about my chicken I be BoJanging
SOB RBE we the most hated
Keep praying on our downfall, you gon hate it
Ain't no C's in this P nigga no banking
Disrespectful lil boy, you's a no naming
Mouth on bling bling, your bitch want my Jimmy Dean
Nigga you don't really want beef, you a chilli bean
Labels calling, ringy ring
Ride me, silly thing
Lying bitch keep claiming I'm her lover, must be Billy Jean
And its 200 on this dash, Valet I'm parking at
It's still a mystery, can't remember where my heart was at
Where my target at? G-lock with me and I'm sparking that
You talk behind my back, I take your bitch
Her back? She arching that
I keep that mufucking.40
And you don't want no problems with that Deuce Deuce
Ima young wild nigga with an old soul
90's baby, middle fingers to the new school
I'm bad with keys, just push the start and it go vroom vroom
He claim he up but in his pockets ain't beaucoup
This .40 go bang this .45 go boom boom
Bip Tune reminiscing gone too soon
Why I'm so fucked up in the head, I wish I knew the answer
Bitch lock that phone up in that purse cause ion do the cameras
Hand me some hundreds, that ain't blue then I'm throwing a tantrum
If I can't pour up with that Sprite Ima go with the Fanta
I got some demons in my gang your gang full of just brodies
And I ain't popping out a pill, Ima smoke me some Dobie
Its 3 peons in your whip, Roly, Poly, and Oly
Leave a hole up in your whip, now you're holy and moly
ONNA GANG

Onna Gang

Shit, I'ma name this shit "Onna Gang", babe
'Cause, girl, everything I'm saying, that's on gang, you know?

Just 'cause you got your fine ass a gun, that don't make you a gangster
Badass little boy, I'll give you a spanking
I know some fools want me dead, I'm keeping them waitin'
Keep taking pictures with all them hammers, ain't beating no cases
Load the clips up with gloves, I ain't leaving no traces
I'll leave this earth before giving a statement
Mess with us, yeah, just know you're beefing with Haitians
We ride around with baby K's on a special occasion
Lil' bitch, I'm a dog, but a lion at heart
You know that shit gon' come to light, you can't hide in the dark
And you can't get up in this whip, catch you ridin' a bar
And you don't mean shit you tweet, but be typing it hard
And every time I hit a bitch, it be from behind
When they had me in that cell, I was beefing with time
Nah, baby, I don't rap, I'm just speaking my mind
DaBoii for President, bitch, I'm freeing my guys
Keep on talking out your neck, that shit funny as fuck
I'm finna pull up on your sister and bust me a nut
I'm not familiar with no manners or no home training
You the best liar of the year with all that bold facing
I'm just tryna touch a B and I got no patience
If you owe me, pay me in full, no payments
I ain't arguing with fools, I be close casing
Boy, I been about my chicken, I be BoJanging
SOB RBE, we the most hated
Keep praying on our downfall, you gon' hate it
Ain't no C's in this P, no banking
Disrespectful lil' boy, you a no-naming
Mouth on bling bling, your bitch want my Jimmy Dean
You don't really want beef, you a chili bean
Labels calling, ring-ring
Ride me, silly thing
Lying bitch keep claiming I'm her lover, must be Billy Jean
And its 200 on this dash, valet, I'm parking at
It's still a mystery, can't remember where my heart was at
Where my target at? Glock with me and I'm sparkin' that
You talk behind my back, I take your girl
Her back? She arching that
I keep that muthafucking .40
And you don't want no problems with that Deuce Deuce
I'm a young wild girl with an old soul
90's baby, middle fingers to the new school
I'm bad with keys, just push the start and it go vroom vroom
He claim he up, but in his pockets ain't beaucoup
This .40 go bang, this .45 go boom boom
RIP Tune, reminiscing, gone too soon
Why I'm so fucked up in the head, I wish I knew the answer
Bitch, lock that phone up in that purse, 'cause I don't do the cameras
Hand me some hundreds, that ain't blue, then I'm throwing a tantrum
If I can't pour up with that Sprite, I'ma go with the Fanta
I got some demons in my gang, your gang full of just buddies
And I ain't popping out a pill, I'ma smoke me some Dobie
It's three peons in your whip, Roly, Poly, and Oly
Leave a hole up in your whip, now you're holy and moly
ONNA GANG