Gang – Badda TD

Gang, gang, gang, gang
Them bullets rain
If my mans fall down he say no names
Respect the game
For my niggas in the chain gang
Behind the cage
We gon’ blow a bag a dayyyy
The streets my safe yeah
Gang, gang, gang, gang
I’m spitting pain
My big bro was twirling gang bang
It’s just a faze
In the spot we got the blanks
So swipe the face
Couple bands up on a chaaaain
I guess I’m paid yeah

We up, we up
I spent a band on my feet up
They just gon’ hate they can’t be us
Foreign is all of the cars when we link up
Exclusive designer that’s Dior
We popped out once now the girls wanna see more
Hope my lil uncle could see more
More than the streets and the ave boost your ego
My shit gon’ blast through the speaker
I’m number 1 I don’t pay for a feature
Oh, she hold it down she a keeper
She puttin’ on for the gang like Lakiesha
Cj on court he gon’ hit like Serena
Guapo gon’ play with the racks like he Venus
I am the goat it’s no need for repeating
We running down please don’t make us repeat it
Brodie got locked for Nina
We puttin’ on in the streets they can’t beat us
Put my soul in this like Aretha
Workin’, I’m slavin’ I don’t need a breather
Kay Rick in the spot we won’t D up
Piece gonna flock this shit coming from Rio
And my little mans gonna re up
I call up Eggy we gettin’ in breesh mode

Gang, gang, gang, gang
Them bullets rain
If my mans fall down he say no names
Respect the game
For my niggas in the chain gang
Behind the cage
We gon’ blow a bag a dayyyy
The streets my safe yeah
Gang, gang, gang, gang
I’m spitting pain
My big bro was twirling gang bang
It’s just a faze
In the spot we got the blanks
So swipe the face
Couple bands up on a chaaaain
I guess I’m paid yeah

Wish brodie was here, but he never comin’ out
Wish Owie was here but he took another route
Shit got me thinkin’ is dad comin’ out
And Taj he had called me and said that I got it
Wavy had showed me the gorillas and goblins
Friends with the niggas that’s killin’ and robbin’
I’m from the 30s and 50s where they know you shooting
But they is not gon’ do no talking
Click-clap paint the picture I’m talking
That’s ya homie, oh damn we was talking
If I call BamBam for a problem he solve it
Call ShaqShaq for a beat, it’s a new hit
It’s a new hitIf I called Ju for 1008 it’s some new drip
Bon sin spade on my chest got shot by Cupid
550 bands make your bitch go stupid
2-3 bands make a nigga feel ruthless
Mom’s in pain so I wrote some new shit
I’m with gang we gon’ see millions
Ask Eggy who owned them buildings
Package, ship and drugs was dealin’
I did wrong before I was stealin’
Safe to say that I learned my lesson
Before you complain better count yo’ blessings

Gang, gang, gang, gang
Them bullets rain
If my mans fall down he say no names
Respect the game
For my niggas in the chain gang
Behind the cage
We gon’ blow a bag a dayyyy
The streets my safe yeah
Bang, bang, bang, bang
I’m spittin’ pain
My big bro was twirling gang bang
It’s just a faze
In the spot we got the blanks
So swipe the face
And you gon’ play this shit again
It’s on replay yeah

(Gang, gang, gang)
(RPG for life)
(RPG for life)
(We might take your wife)
(Yeah)