T.Y. (Rapper) - Gang Way lyrics

[Chorus] I keep them racks on me, she keep them racks on her I keep that gat on me, she keep that gat on her And shawty just like me, that's why I f**s with her And shawty just like me, that's why I f**s with her I keep them racks on me, she keep them racks on her I keep that gat on me, she keep that gat wit' her And shawty just like me, that's why I f**s with her And shawty just like me, that's why I f**s with her [Verse 1] Man, I got a down b**h, who's just so bossed up You got a clown b**h, who like so f**ed up I put my hustle down, no I don't f** around I been done proving points Yea you should see it now I keep that gat on me for n***as who act up And I keep some pimpin' in me So a hoe could get smacked up My time is not for free, so baby come on let's f** My time is not for free, so baby come on let's f** I grip that wood grain This for my hood mane I feel like Future Hendrix, when I'm on codeine I got a '79 and I got a ‘83 I know for no reason n***as gon' hate on me I got shottas on deck and yea they gon' squeeze I'm out in Chi town, smokin' some good weed ‘Premes on my feet, that's for them hypebeasts And I make that dope sh**, for n***as like me [Chorus] I keep them racks on me, she keep them racks on her I keep that gat on me, she keep that gat on her And shawty just like me, that's why I f**s with her And shawty just like me, that's why I f**s with her I keep them racks on me, she keep them racks on her I keep that gat on me, she keep that gat wit' her And shawty just like me, that's why I f**s with her And shawty just like me, that's why I f**s with her [Verse 2] Smoking weed where they say we can't I know n***as really repping gang gang Gotta go hard in the paint ‘Cause I know for sure these other fools ain't All my n***as on the same thing We was raised different we don't gang bang We just pull up cars but our pockets large and we stunt on broads All my life I been livin' large Diamonds on the wood like I'm Pimp C When I hear a beat know it's time to eat Rip the sh** to piece I'm a G see bomin UTP Dickie suit with the soulja rag That's the outfit, for the ‘Nolia clan Last night I was in the club I was drunk as f** doing the happy dance Yea, I be out of bed I'll lose my mind and just drop a b**h I do what I want ‘cause I'm the sh** Know a lot of n***as hustles counterfeit Know a lot of n***as who can't trust they b**h ‘Cause they always download my sh** Buying tickets front row at sh** n***a you need to control your b**h [Chorus] I keep them racks on me, she keep them racks on her I keep that gat on me, she keep that gat on her And shawty just like me, that's why I f**s with her And shawty just like me, that's why I f**s with her I keep them racks on me, she keep them racks on her I keep that gat on me, she keep that gat wit' her And shawty just like me, that's why I f**s with her And shawty just like me, that's why I f**s with her