Gang

Gang, gang
Gang shit
Big grape speaking nigga
Paper Route [?] nigga
Fow, fow

All I see is purple
Bitch I bleed purple
Try reach for my chain
No doubt about it I’ma hurt ya
My first foreign was a Jag
I paint that bitch purple
Beat this white bitch pussy up
And turnt that pussy purple
Go against the grain
It’s gone be another murder
Draco get to spittin
Have you pussies jumpin hurdles
My young boy 15, really wit it
Bout a murder
My young boy 15, really wit it
Bout a murder, aye
Gang on the block
Link up, three up top
Put us out, we hot
Don’t claim the gang, you not, aye
Gang on the block
Link up, three up top
Put us out we hot
Don’t claim the gang, you not

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When you hear this bang
When you hear this bang
When you hear this bang
When you hear this bang
What set do you claim?
When you hear this bang
What set do you claim?
When you hear this bang

I walk around with my flag on like its a 40
I twist my hands up like a nigga can’t talk
Put this Glock on my hip, got a nigga can’t walk
How long you been bangin?
Since a nigga was just small
I was with the gang, skippin school in the hall
I started sellin dope cause I couldn’t play ball
I kept me a strap cause a nigga wasn’t that tall
Gang, gang
You know the call

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