Текст песни GANG GANG (with Lil Wayne) - Polo G feat. Lil Wayne

Uh

So used to them gray clouds
I might f- around, drop the top in the rain
For the squad, we don't play around
We'll lay him down, hit his top close range
He just pretend, he not with the gang
'Member back then, ask an opp what he bang
Runnin' from the jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne
Spend a quarter mil' on the watch and the chain
I'm just tryna put a lock on the game
Hot s- from this Glock when it flame

Ayy, young n- up now, 'member back then niggas clowned on me
Now from the Heaven gates only way a n- lookin' down on me
Keep at least two hundred thou' on me
Keep at least like 30 rounds on me
With my n- 'til the wheels fall off, don't care if my ride on E

Gucci slides, Versace robes, palm trees, exotic h-
Snitchin', he can't right his wrongs once he play that writin' role
Slime s-, we wipe his nose, feds watchin', might strike a pose
Do a hit, take flight, we gone, we just take the dice and roll

So used to them gray clouds
I might f- around, drop the top in the rain
For the squad, we don't play around
We'll lay him down, hit his top close range
He just pretend, he not with the gang
'Member back then, ask an opp what he bang
Runnin' from the jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne
Spend a quarter mil' on the watch and the chain
I'm just tryna put a lock on the game
Hot s- from this Glock when it flame

Soon as I touch down, them p- feds be hot on me (woo)
Heard n- got money all on my head, tell 'em, "Come crown the king" (uh)
Let the work thaw out for 14 days, that's quarantine (yeah)
I'll pour my heart out before my l-, baby, no R\u0026B (yeah)

Six-six-deuce, MOB Piru, big SooWoo, slime my group
Slatt-slatt-slatt, a-achoo, wipe his nose, God bless you
Blatt-blatt-blatt, I'm not through, bratt-tat-tat, duck, duck, goose
Two big g- on me for the smoke, that's Uncle Snoop and Martha Stew'

Call me Capalotty (woo), Big Slimalini (yeah), Lil' Slime Gotti (uh)
That ain't the 'Ghini, lil' b- that's the 'Gatti (skrrt)
Promethazine, need a P, I'm the wild me
I hide fettuccine from the federales
I'm like Rick Pitino or John Calipari
I'm leadin' my team, yeah, right to the finals
That money talkin' and we talkin' private
I'm not correspondin', hold on

Gucci slides and Versace robes (ooh)
I'll slide a n-, I'll slide a h- (ooh)
I banged on anybody, gang
And I ball with all my slime-inos
On gang-gang, on Hollygrove
No plain jane, I smoke Zario
And when the rain came I put the top down
Under the dark clouds, I'm shinin' gold

Used to the gray clouds
I might f- around and drop the top in the rain (yeah-yeah)
For the squad, we don't play around
We'll lay him down, hit his top close range (top close range)
He just pretend, he not with the gang
'Member back then, ask an opp what he bang
Runnin' from the jakes, block hot like I'm Wayne
Spend a whole mil' on the watch and the chain
I'm just tryna put a lock on the game
Hot s- from this Glock when it flame, yeah

Polo G, Tunechi Lee, yeah-yeah
Call me Capalotty