Nafe Smallz GANG GANG (feat. Clavish)

GANG GANG (feat. Clavish)

Nafe Smallz

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(Go, let's go)
Staying up
High, I been stoning,waking up
Nights are like morning, give it up
Thinking she chosen in the cut
Got her indulging, picking sluts
Call it picking poison, bill it up
Blunt full of noise in, in the club
Gotta get the toys in, watch 'em dump
Run it like hoisin', give no fucks
Give them employment in the lobby
Waiting for deployment, give her nut
Say she got the coil in, dress it up
Hope for me to spoil it, dressin' up
Hope for me to spoil it, water on me
We playing, I boil it, all this money
How can I avoid it? Headshot
You ain't ever been gang gang (gang)
Body for your words, hangman (baow)
Tennis chain swinging, Grand Slam (glee)
Diaries of a bad man (glee)
Find the keys through the cab man (jugg)
Same niggas drop me uptown (gone)
Posh until she see the bussdown (glee)
Why you think she such a slut now? (Go)
I'm up, ski
Fuck all the traffic, I got wings
Dress up the palace, I'm a king
My bitch just handed me a fling
Your shit embarrassing, all of the cappers
Somebody go get the violins
How can you stunt and ride the team?
Shit, you gon' need a submarine
Ugh, got a show so I'm bringing the toy (toy)
Hella hoes that I'm tryna avoid
Got my young'uns Rambo gripping up
Jagged edge like a pack of McCoys (McCoys)
She give me head, I ain't flipping a coin
Standard procedure on the way to the money
Got cars for the gang, and they leaving shit ugly
A Merc' for my sis, a Range for my mummy
You wouldn't believe if I told you I'm humble
On my neck, no less than a hundred
And I might get my Audemars flooded
So my flooded Patek got a cousin
Couple models been under my covers
I see them in person, they act like it's nothing
Got a video shoot in the hood
Gotta phone up my gunman and make sure he governs
I was young tryna find me a comeup
Now it's chocolate, olive, all summer
Now this ain't the standard spec', this a Mansory
Can't you tell by the bumper?
My hitter don't grip no .22 gun
Can't you see through the print in his jumper?
R-Run into opps, they ain't really on nothing
Don't shoot, just give them a gun battle
You ain't ever been gang gang (gang)
Body for your words, hangman (baow)
Tennis chain swinging, Grand Slam (glee)
Diaries of a bad man (glee)
Find the keys through the cab man (jugg)
Same niggas drop me uptown (gone)
Posh until she see the bussdown (glee)
Why you think she such a slut now? (Go)
I'm up, ski
Fuck all the traffic, I got wings
Dress up the palace, I'm a king
My bitch just handed me a fling
Your shit embarrassing, all of the cappers
Somebody go get the violins
How can you stunt and ride the team?
Shit, you gon' need a submarine (let's go)
Ugh, the water is Fiji, yeah, I make it look easy, yeah
Like I'm obsessed with her hair, and she needy, yeah
This money won't leave me, yeah
I stay out of town so they know when they see me
But I'm always there when they need me, yeah (that's right)
I was just dreaming, and now it seems freaky
They watching the team like the TV, yeah
They watching the G like the telly
I stay with the mills like I'm Melly, they know what I'm on
We hit up the country already
We send all the junkies the Cali, we don't need a phone
None of the copper is bread
Copped me a skelly from all of the bones
I'm one in a hundred already
My young'uns are loaded and ready, best lower your tone
Hundred more cribs up north and I'll be straight (and I'll be straight, yeah)
P's showing up on time, how can I be late? (How can I be late? Yeah, how?)
Trapped in so long, there ain't no escape (there's no escaping, jugg)
Breaking it down with the killers, put food on the plate
You ain't ever been gang gang (gang)
Body for your words, hangman (baow)
Tennis chain swinging, Grand Slam (glee)
Diaries of a bad man (glee)
Find the keys through the cab man (jugg)
Same niggas drop me uptown (gone)
Posh until she see the bussdown (glee)
Why you think she such a slut now? (Go)
I'm up, ski
Fuck all the traffic, I got wings
Dress up the palace, I'm a king
My bitch just handed me a fling
Your shit embarrassing, all of the cappers
Somebody get the violins
How can you stunt and ride the team?
Shit, you gon' need a submarine



Writer(s): Clavish, Adams Nathan Isaac


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