D-Block Europe - Go Go Gang Lyrics

Yeah, know what I'm sayin'?
Count my shit
One-fifty on my neck, know what I'm sayin'?
I'm sippin' champagne
I just bought a car, hundred somethin', it came with champagne (yo)
Yeah

Give a f*ck how they treat you on the 'Gram (on the 'Gram)
Real life and in the bank, I'm the man (I'm the man)
Pain in my cup, weed in my hand (in my hand)
Load up the ninas, give them boy a tan
Go, go, gang (ski, ski)
Go, go, go, gang
Go, go, gang (ski, ski)
Go, go, go, gang
Go, go, gang
Go, go, gang
Hm, hop out the coupe, pocket full up of bands

Mmh, Mr. Williams, Mr. Williams
Mr. Williams, Mr. Williams (mhm)
Mr. Williams, Mr. Williams
Mr. Williams, Mr. Williams (comin' out the Louis store)
Mr. Banton, Mr. Banton (in the Harrods store, huh)
Mr. Banton, Mr. Banton (every day, ski, ski)
Go unload the cannon (you know what I mean)
Mr. Banton in the bando (Lamborghini, oh yeah)

Hop out the coupe, I'm hot as soup (shh, shh)
Me and K in the cut, clizzy rambo too (shh, shh)
Twenty-four, I don't snooze, I bang by noon (shh, shh)
I'm in the bando, bando, and it's hot as f*ck in Maguluf
Mr. Banton, Mr. Banton
Mr. Banton, Mr. Banton
Go unload the cannon
Mr. Banton in the Phantom
Nine grams of bicarb'll cook a Z (cook a Z)
In the bando, skee-yee, Sexyy Red (Sexyy Red)
I got two or three models in my bed (in my bed)
Blunt full of weed, cup full of meds (cup full of meds)

Give a f*ck how they treat you on the 'Gram (on the 'Gram)
Real life and in the bank, I'm the man (I'm the man)
Pain in my cup, weed in my hand (in my hand)
Load up the ninas, give them boy a tan
Go, go, gang (ski, ski)
Go, go, go, gang
Go, go, gang
Go, go, go, gang
Go, go, gang
Go, go, gang
Hm, hop out the coupe, pocket full up of bands

Mmh, Mr. Williams, Mr. Williams
Mr. Williams, Mr. Williams (mhm)
Mr. Williams, Mr. Williams
Mr. Williams, Mr. Williams (comin' out the Louis store)
Mr. Banton, Mr. Banton (in the Harrods store, huh)
Mr. Banton, Mr. Banton (every day)
Go unload the cannon (you know what I mean)
Mr. Banton in the bando (Lamborghini, oh yeah)

Gonna hit the block and spin just like a wheel fidget
If broski never hit the can, that was a meal ticket
He ain't playin' 'round with no glizzy, he tryna kill with it
Shootin' like he feel with it, ain't 'cause you countin' (?) (Yeah)
He was either qualified, not every hero got capes (hero got capes)
Drippin' like a riverside, the watch water like lakes (water like lakes)
Gold Rollie for dinner time, the red ruby like grapes (yeah)
Wanna know what it's feelin' like? The rich life, the crib came with a maid
Got a new score put that on the gang (on the gang)
Inherited a couple wars, you wouldn't understand (understand)
And you ain't never got it 'til it's in your hand (it's in your hand)
You gon' spend it 'fore you make it, that ain't never part of the plan (for real)

Give a f*ck how they treat you on the 'Gram (on the 'Gram)
Real life and in the bank, I'm the man (I'm the man)
Pain in my cup, weed in my hand (in my hand)
Load up the ninas, give them boy a tan
Go, go, gang (ski, ski)
Go, go, go, gang
Go, go, gang (ski, ski)
Go, go, go, gang
Go, go, gang
Go, go, gang
Hm, hop out the coupe, pocket full up of bands

Mr. Banton, Mr. Banton
Mr. Banton, Mr. Banton
Go unload the cannon
Mr. Banton in the Phantom