Famo Banga - Real GDK lyrics

(Intro) (Female laghing) fu*k you laughing at b*tch? WOOO Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay (Chorus) ni**a we real GDK fu*k all them black flags, try spinning my block we spin right back (wait) Where your strap at? Roll the window down it go tat tat Put a hole in his head like a dolphin Everybody in whip strap strapped Different 9's like we in the army (?) No new friends these ni**as be fu*king with cops 30 for 30 my ni**as be playing with mops Feel like Cheif Keef in his prime boy gonna flock go keep flockin And you know I won't stop, stop, stop (Verse 1) I came here to kill I should've just signed me a deal I guess I'm too deep in the field Money coming now I wear what I wеar The fiends callin' yeah thеy all on my air Street ni**a, once you gone they forget Politicing on my name (?) Mother fu*ker I was never no snitch I was the only one doing drills (?) fu*ked up what they did to Nicky mother fu*ker should've had his fu*king blicky Try running, we get him, now I got blood on my denim He think he a bad guy Until I pull up with some (?) sh*t Oh he think Ima catch him Wait until I hop out Hit his eyes, and he wildin like a bad b*tch when she give a blow job (Chorus) ni**a we real GDK fu*k all them black flags, try spinning my block we spin right back (wait) Where your strap at? Roll the window down it go tat tat Put a hole in his head like a dolphin Everybody in whip strap strapped Different 9's like we in the army (?) No new friends these ni**as be fu*king with cops 30 for 30 my ni**as be playing with mops Feel like Cheif Keef in his prime boy gonna flock go keep flockin And you know I won't stop, stop, stop (Verse 2) I'm getting this breesh boy get your cheddar up FTO ain't no letting up Give him a chest shot he ain't getting up Now the doctors gotta wire him up Bullets to big, ni**a no stitching that He breathing so hard call an Asthma attack I was a kid when ni**as was Woooing back RIP to Pop Smoke what we been through ni**a we been through sh*t Penitentiary, from the (?), jail halls ain't no visiting Ride along every time that we see a crip ni**as come home and they won't even mention it Like what's all the fuss about? ni**as saying Ike's name better watch your mouth ni**as gonna find out where your momma house Now that boy scared taking longer routes (Chorus) ni**a we real GDK fu*k all them black flags, try spinning my block we spin right back (wait) Where your strap at? Roll the window down it go tat tat Put a hole in his head like a dolphin Everybody in whip strap strapped Different 9's like we in the army (?) No new friends these ni**as be fu*king with cops 30 for 30 my ni**as be playing with mops Feel like Cheif Keef in his prime boy gonna flock go keep flockin And you know I won't stop, stop, stop