Bambino - Gang Gang Gang lyrics

[Hook] You ain't f**ing with my Gang, Gang, Gang! I get to busting with my Gang, Gang, Gang! Ain't no discussion with my Gang, Gang, Gang! (Gang in this b**h!) You ain't f**ing with my Gang, Gang, Gang! I get to busting with my Gang, Gang, Gang! Ain't no discussion with my Gang, Gang, Gang! (Gang in this b**h!) [Verse One: Bam Bino] Boy, why you fronting! You ain't gon do nothing, my gang on that murder sh** Tro dat, now you heard of it Lil' bro giving shots from his thirty clip I had to get it on the back blocks Big Gs, hear me bugging at ma** co*k Bank rolls, had to get it out the trap spot Bang-bang, hit that n***a with a snapshot n***as mad, see they hating cuz I'm up next Grind hard, gotta get it, I ain't done yet On my momma, getting guala Yeah I touch checks, My heart missing I'm just different, ain't no love left But I'm still on that same sh** Run up dumb f**, get yo face hit Smoking dope, pouring act' everyday, b**h Flee team and we A-Squad gang sh** She love it My pockets so fat, I spend money like "f** it" Switching these lanes, when I get on, taking gang f** n***a, gimme yo chain I'm toting that thang, [?] Been riding forever This thunder gon hit you wherever and most n***as gonna change like the weather I'm stacking this cheddar Yo b**h s** my dick and I let her Send shots to her head, no baretta And I won't stop Like Sevyn Streeter, her p**y [?] [?] They ain't have faith, now these n***as believers Bars to bars, they tryna give me ether Bars to bars, tryna give 'em ether Ain't want no war, I'm in love with this keisha [Verse Two: Money Millz] For the money, get violent, we wyling Free papi, he savage, he clapping, sh** tragic Shoot like a maverick, keep a big 30 I'm Curry, I'm shooting the basket Bullets is free, you can have 'em (Gang, Gang, Gang!) Since a youngin', was bugging out, trapping For the tro, b**h we wyling out If they not outside, then we turn around If they run up, then we climb 'em down (If they run up, then we climb 'em down) I'm G.D., free my n***as, all of them n***as is k**ers We do not f** with them n***as, we do not f** with Gorilla Broski, I follow them n***as Point us out like chinchilla because n***as be plotting on n***a On any block with the villa In the East coast where they tote and most of my bros are on parole (Yeah, yeah) Blake Griffin, we clipping [Verse Three: Dah Dah] They never split, swish gang finna dump shots With one shots, n***as dump blocks My gun got thirty bullets for one opp They want props, don't give the sh**, they sh** yock They want beef? Boy, we gon' see 'bout it n***as always talking hot and they don't be about it Take one touch, that gun bust, you see the body I love stunting, I love hundreds, you see 'em doubt it [Verse Four: Curly Savv] It's Curly Savv, I ain't here for no intro Long pole on my hip like a limo When I shoot, better duck like it's limbo I Get hit with this mac while you single They jacking the lingo, hood star send shots through ya window You don't like me cuz ya b**h on my dick n***as be talking they sh**, see me in person and sh** Ask for ya hang on my hip, b**h its a 30 in there Run up, reload up the blic Fresh out the shots in the clip He yelling out: "Bro, yo I'm hit!" He yelling out: "Bro, yo I'm hit!" He yelling out: "Bro, yo I'm hit!" Tell him: "Bro, lay low", load the mac up Run down, pump fake, better back up Think its game? p**y n***a wanna act up Lil' hype a** n***a get slapped up [Verse Five: Dah Dah] If you don't like me, ni**a YOU COULD su*k DICK! I'm wit' da As and the stars and we run sh** n***as don't touch bread on some bum sh** Hol' up, I think these n***as on some dumb sh** [Hook] You ain't f**ing with my Gang, Gang, Gang! I get to busting with my Gang, Gang, Gang! Ain't no discussion with my Gang, Gang, Gang! (Gang in this b**h!) You ain't f**ing with my Gang, Gang, Gang! I get to busting with my Gang, Gang, Gang! Ain't no discussion with my Gang, Gang, Gang! (Gang in this b**h!)