Tanboys - Gangbang lyrics

[Hook: Tanboy Luka] You say you get money, let that chain swang You saying you a k**er, let that thang bang You saying you a gangsta, you don't g**n You don't g**n, you don't g**n You saying you get money, let that chain swang You saying you a k**er, let that thang bang You saying you a gangsta, you don't g**n You don't g**n, you don't g**n [Verse 1: Kanary Black] You saying you get money, you don't touch keys You saying you a gangsta, you don't chill with G's Same [?] for days But my drawers [?], on the block looking for more fiends Yeah I got a deal, but I still play the field Caught a opposite the other day, ask him how his face feel Dope still in between my fingernails Still rappin', had these n***as sound like singers now I'm from where n***as get k**ed for repping the rock [?] got k**ed, he was repping the rock Chinx got k**ed, he was repping the rock Rep the same thing, why you think that I'm gripping the Glock? They like, "The Spanish n***a gotta be our only hope" Extra studio time came from cutting coke You heard they poke me, well I got 'em back It's official, if you got shot I shot it back [Hook: Tanboy Luka] You say you get money, let that chain swang You saying you a k**er, let that thang bang You saying you a gangsta, you don't g**n You don't g**n, you don't g**n You saying you get money, let that chain swang You saying you a k**er, let that thang bang You saying you a gangsta, you don't g**n You don't g**n, you don't g**n [Verse 2: Lil Eto] You saying free your n***as, where the kites at? Ain't set up a visit, don't even write back To my n***as that's left, stay on the right track I sit on my steps and break the icepack You saying you eating, then share the food then Don't say what you didn't do in the bullpen You collecting sprinkles, then bring 'em back, cake I got connects with wrinkles, singing sad things I stuck to my guns Was likely the guy fronting with a hundred in ones But I learnt a lot of things from a junkie who boosted Road trips, sat in the front seat and boost it [Verse 3: Bodega Bamz] Behind every closed door there's somebody that's trying to kick it Behind every b**h there's somebody that's trying to hit it Behind every team there's somebody that's trying to split it I just give them what they feelin', God given, born gifted Behind every hater there's somebody trying to listen Behind every starter there's somebody trying to finish Behind every problem there's somebody trying to fix it I just say a prayer for my enemies, good Christian Every summer, every winter, go hand to hand They both cold, avalanche, either shoot the camera man Following the ambulance, just to eat lights Grim Reaper come collect souls, time to meet Christ I say it's on sight, I mean I wanna see some eyes closed Skip court, on the lamb, rapping like a gyro [?] punch, break bones, better see a chiropractor I'm not a rapper, gangsta