Текст песни 556 - Sace MVP

Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang

Why you cappin' bout them bodies you ain't never did
Slidin' sober don't need molly Imma buss 'em in his shit
ARP, we gon' blast 'em through the tint .556
I don't play with dirty money, I be trappin' getting rich

You know that Glock got a switch, we gon' leave 'em on the fence
Heard yo pole got took then you cried like a bitch
He better bring that money first cause I ain't fronting shit
223's and FNN's gotta drum on that blick

Aye, OG in that backwood Imma hotbox the whip
Walk 'em down he tried to run up on me but that nigga trip
Chase a bag I gotta pack you know I make it flip
This a AK like a beyblade the way it rip

My Glock it got a grip, totin' extended clips
Aye, we gon' chase 'em down bitch we gon' dump the stick
You walkin' round with that hoe lookin' like an easy lick
Drop a perc' in that dirty Fanta, Imma take a sip

Aye, feel like Danny Phantom go ghost in that Phantom
Rolls Royce with the stars I be flying like Santa
Feel like Imma star when I walk out all cameras
Niggas two-faced like Hannah Montana

Why you cappin' bout them bodies you ain't never did
Slidin' sober don't need molly Imma buss 'em in his shit
ARP, we gon' blast 'em through the tint .556
I don't play with dirty money, I be trappin' getting rich

You know that Glock got a switch, we gon' leave 'em on the fence
Heard yo pole got took then you cried like a bitch
He better bring that money first cause I ain't fronting shit
223's and FNN's gotta drum on that blick

I tried to tell 'em how it is but they didn't wanna listen
Diamond chains on my neck I love the way they glisten
Snakes in the grass I can hear the way they hissin
And the way that I be shooting they need to put me on the pistons

Hit 'em with a headshot nigga good riddance
I can't fuck with niggas cause they ass be bitchin
Niggas want my help but they didn't see my vision
Headed to the top you know I'm always on that mission

Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang

Why you cappin' bout them bodies you ain't never did
Slidin' sober don't need molly Imma buss 'em in his shit
ARP, we gon' blast 'em through the tint .556
I don't play with dirty money, I be trappin' getting rich

You know that Glock got a switch, we gon' leave 'em on the fence
Heard yo pole got took then you cried like a bitch
He better bring that money first cause I ain't fronting shit
223's and FNN's gotta drum on that blick

Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang