Curly savv X Dah Dah - Gang Gang Gang Part 2 lyrics

[Verse 1: Money Millz] And I'm back on my sh** I pray for all of this sh** Back then she ain't want me Now that b**h on me I ball on that b**h We get busy homie Keep my glizzy homie It hold 50 homie I lost plenty homies And for them we wilding out Late night in the Ville with a chopper out And that sh** bring helicopters out I keep a Glock in my momma house Body back to back, they ain't riding out n***as want war so let's do that sh** [?] trap and field, we gon' shoot that sh** For Lucas, go crazy, we losing it Gang gang, part 2 and sh** 2016, we go through this sh** I'm from Brownsville, where they murdering 100s and 50s and 30 clips We bust a move, on that sturdy sh** We spin they block, make 'em milly rock And my .45, it hold 50 shots And my young n***as tote any Glock I'm FTG, and we gunning, gunning We run it up with a hundred, hundreds And hop out, no car, broski get to dumping Shootouts in broad day, you get shot for nothing Move to the A, they ain't see it coming [Verse 2: Bam Bino] Bam Bino, I'm still on that murder sh** What you dumb n***as don't understand? b**h, watch me thumb through these f**ing bands We bend them blocks, see them running mans Gang gang gang gang Forward, switch lanes, doing big things We ain't known to knuckle up Glizzy from the front, up it, better duck All I know is chase a bag I ain't gotta blast Hop out on your a** Got like 30 in the clip Cause they wanna diss, put them on the list Dah Dah run up, set a pick Pa** it off to Curly, shoot and n***a swish n***a stay up in your lane You don't know the pain Made it with the gang Gucci slide up on a opper I just copped a chopper Sound like Waka Flocka They don't really want no drama Put that on my momma My Lil' n***as, will drop ya Heat a n***a like some Guava b**h I'm getting gwala All I know is pasta If you f**ing with the opps Pay to do a hit, I don't spin the block [Verse 3: Dah Dah] What you wanna do? Night time, I'll gun em down FTG sh**, know I keep them gunnas round Gang gang, young Brooklyn n***a Chains getting tooken, I book em p**y n***a can't come around From the Floss so I know a couple loc n***as Them old days No poles cames, they poked n***as They in the field everyday, like they own n***as Then slide through, this 92 will blow n***as Got the hood on lock, jugg don't clock Never had a job, so my jugg don't stop n***as getting robbed so my hood so hot 30 do the job, how much bullets you got? I put that on my moms, I'll pull and don't stop Everyday we ball hard, ain't no stopping us Man, I'm tryna turn my hood into the mafia Switch sides, my b**h slide, she popping ya High raise, n***as gotta get they profit up We them young Floss n***as, they acknowledge us At 16, my 16s demolish ya At 16, my 16s demolish ya Gang Gang [Hook: Dah Dah] What you gon' do when n***as change up on you? Like why he tried to pull a name up on you? Why n***as wilding? I'm gon' aim, I'm gon' shoot b**h, I'm a lion, they can't tame in a booth And you ain't f**ing with my gang gang gang gang I get to bussing with my gang gang gang gang And I ain't f**ing with my And you ain't f**ing with my And they ain't f**ing with my gang gang gang gang [Verse 4: Curly Savv] Oh sh**, look who just land? Curly Savv and I came with the gang f** a intro, they know who I am Ain't no talking, I just get to spraying Shoot a op, then I shoot him again Do not care if that boy with his friend 40 cal' with a clip that extend Name a block, then my n***a, they bend n***a I know that you broke Stop talking to me, you low on your cheese None of my opps, they want smoke Gave me the beat, I'm making heat n***a I don't want your hoe She calling my phone, like give me the D Baby just leave me alone I gave you this dick, what more do you need? Count it up, count it up Hundred shots, we gon' give it up Hit his brain, I don't give a f** Got him yelling out, "What you hit me for?" Head leak, chest open like a lunch box I know you a**, catch a bu*t shot She made me sneeze, I don't love thots Gang gang gang [Hook: Dah Dah] What you gon' do when n***as change up on you? Like why he tried to pull a name up on you? Why n***as wilding? I'm gon' aim, I'm gon' shoot b**h, I'm a lion, they can't tame in a booth And you ain't f**ing with my gang gang gang gang I get to bussing with my gang gang gang gang And I ain't f**ing with my And you ain't f**ing with my And they ain't f**ing with my gang gang gang gang