Gang shit
I see em' they talkin
But really ain't none of them be about it
Lame shit
My .40 gon park him
And none of y'all nikkas gon read about it
Gang shit
Know GD's and Locies
But homie I'm homie I Bleed for this
Four Five Degrees when my fingers twist
Red laces and chucks on my feet and shit
Gang shit
I see em' they talkin
But really ain't none of them be about it
Lame shit
My .40 gon park him
And none of y'all nikkas gon read about it
Gang shit
Know GD's and Locies
But homie I'm homie I Bleed for this
Four Five Degrees when my fingers twist
Red laces and chucks on my feet and shit
.40 done hit him up
.50 done lit him up
I unload this choppa to split him up
On point like a decimal
Holdin the pressure tho
Movin thru packs like a pick and roll
I really AINT stressin them
Baba been textin them
She gimme drop and I'm flexin them
These hollows gon fess him up
Semi gon bless him up
Pick out your coffin and dress him up
I'm really perplexin them
Nikkas ain't guessin
I'm really about all the bedlam
Hold court like I'm judgin them
Really I'm pluggin them
Judge gon determine the one on one
I talk to my demons
Told me to heat him
Cannot be blamed for the eatings
Ya Treesh tryna see me
So krispy she kreaming
I cannot be blamed for ha feelings
These nikkas try test on me
Think I'm bill bellemy
Hollows gon open like sesame
I been had my chef degree
Dog check the pedigree
Dodgin the kennel my first decree
Been eating like pork n beanz
Tryna support the dream
Handed out techs to support the team
You really can't force a thing
Dolo ain't worth a thing
Gotta cohort not to blow the thing
Been chasin the profit
Lookin for options
Food cost a lot and my pieces been choppin
Treeshes been bobbin
Dip witcha baba
Barbies on bodies I be with tha shottas
Don't worry about it
Semis hit proper
Pacino wait nino wit choppas
Prescribe like a doctor
I'm sick what's the option
I'm smokin up two hit the strip and I'm boppin
Gang shit
I see em' they talkin
But really ain't none of them be about it
Lame shit
My .40 gon park him
And none of y'all nikkas gon read about it
Gang shit
Know GD's and Locies
But homie I'm homie I Bleed for this
Four Five Degrees when my fingers twist
Red laces and chucks on my feet and shit
Gang shit
I see em' they talkin
But really ain't none of them be about it
Lame shit
My .40 gon park him
And none of y'all nikkas gon read about it
Gang shit
Know GD's and Locies
But homie I'm homie I Bleed for this
Four Five Degrees when my fingers twist
Red laces and chucks on my feet and shit
I'm drillin em
I'm frackin ya block hitting fire and grillin em
Fake spinnin em
I back out the gloc hear the pop and I'm ditchin em
They aint listen huh?
I'm higher and flier than all of you little pups
Keep a semi tucked
I pull up like diapers to all of your cribs and dump
Bad likkle Asian bitch
I creep to ha brib dead of night and slay ha shit
She said she can't take the dick
I'm tellin ha hush up
Throw deeper than Brady did
My niggas don't play that shit
You talkin they sparkin
This .40 gon park him for layman shit
You dig in the crates for the latest shit
I dip to the bank then I pay the shit
I'm feelin it
BM and Fronto I steam and I'm really lit
I ain't spilling shit
PK in my cup so I'm all the way up
Sippin weed and shit
I bleed for this
Four five degrees when I drip with the steez and I keeps tha gikk
I'm scooping ya mutha she need a Lyft
She churn up my butter then eat the kid
Yo Elaming
These nikkas think Sammy don't be wit the peddling
Onto better things
I got ya last kite shit was tight when you home we gon settle things
Until then
Yo keep ya head up time is tough
Get some books Issa must
On ya books Issa plus
Yeah we crooks we adjust
And I'll see you soon homie
Till that day is one love
Gang shit
I see em' they talkin
But really ain't none of them be about it
Lame shit
My .40 gon park him
And none of y'all nikkas gon read about it
Gang shit
Know GD's and Locies
But homie I'm homie I Bleed for this
Four Five Degrees when my fingers twist
Red laces and chucks on my feet and shit
Gang shit
I see em' they talkin
But really ain't none of them be about it
Lame shit
My .40 gon park him
And none of y'all nikkas gon read about it
Gang shit
Know GD's and Locies
But homie I'm homie I Bleed for this
Four Five Degrees when my fingers twist
Red laces and chucks on my feet and shit
Sammy Saucelito - Gang Shh Lyrics
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English
Gang shit
I see em' they talkin
But really ain't none of them be about it
Lame shit
My .40 gon park him
And none of y'all nikkas gon read about it
Gang shit
Know GD's and Locies
But homie I'm homie I Bleed for this
Four Five Degrees when my fingers twist
Red laces and chucks on my feet and shit
Gang shit
I see em' they talkin
But really ain't none of them be about it
Lame shit
My .40 gon park him
And none of y'all nikkas gon read about it
Gang shit
Know GD's and Locies
But homie I'm homie I Bleed for this
Four Five Degrees when my fingers twist
Red laces and chucks on my feet and shit
.40 done hit him up
.50 done lit him up
I unload this choppa to split him up
On point like a decimal
Holdin the pressure tho
Movin thru packs like a pick and roll
I really AINT stressin them
Baba been textin them
She gimme drop and I'm flexin them
These hollows gon fess him up
Semi gon bless him up
Pick out your coffin and dress him up
I'm really perplexin them
Nikkas ain't guessin
I'm really about all the bedlam
Hold court like I'm judgin them
Really I'm pluggin them
Judge gon determine the one on one
I talk to my demons
Told me to heat him
Cannot be blamed for the eatings
Ya Treesh tryna see me
So krispy she kreaming
I cannot be blamed for ha feelings
These nikkas try test on me
Think I'm bill bellemy
Hollows gon open like sesame
I been had my chef degree
Dog check the pedigree
Dodgin the kennel my first decree
Been eating like pork n beanz
Tryna support the dream
Handed out techs to support the team
You really can't force a thing
Dolo ain't worth a thing
Gotta cohort not to blow the thing
Been chasin the profit
Lookin for options
Food cost a lot and my pieces been choppin
Treeshes been bobbin
Dip witcha baba
Barbies on bodies I be with tha shottas
Don't worry about it
Semis hit proper
Pacino wait nino wit choppas
Prescribe like a doctor
I'm sick what's the option
I'm smokin up two hit the strip and I'm boppin
Gang shit
I see em' they talkin
But really ain't none of them be about it
Lame shit
My .40 gon park him
And none of y'all nikkas gon read about it
Gang shit
Know GD's and Locies
But homie I'm homie I Bleed for this
Four Five Degrees when my fingers twist
Red laces and chucks on my feet and shit
Gang shit
I see em' they talkin
But really ain't none of them be about it
Lame shit
My .40 gon park him
And none of y'all nikkas gon read about it
Gang shit
Know GD's and Locies
But homie I'm homie I Bleed for this
Four Five Degrees when my fingers twist
Red laces and chucks on my feet and shit
I'm drillin em
I'm frackin ya block hitting fire and grillin em
Fake spinnin em
I back out the gloc hear the pop and I'm ditchin em
They aint listen huh?
I'm higher and flier than all of you little pups
Keep a semi tucked
I pull up like diapers to all of your cribs and dump
Bad likkle Asian bitch
I creep to ha brib dead of night and slay ha shit
She said she can't take the dick
I'm tellin ha hush up
Throw deeper than Brady did
My niggas don't play that shit
You talkin they sparkin
This .40 gon park him for layman shit
You dig in the crates for the latest shit
I dip to the bank then I pay the shit
I'm feelin it
BM and Fronto I steam and I'm really lit
I ain't spilling shit
PK in my cup so I'm all the way up
Sippin weed and shit
I bleed for this
Four five degrees when I drip with the steez and I keeps tha gikk
I'm scooping ya mutha she need a Lyft
She churn up my butter then eat the kid
Yo Elaming
These nikkas think Sammy don't be wit the peddling
Onto better things
I got ya last kite shit was tight when you home we gon settle things
Until then
Yo keep ya head up time is tough
Get some books Issa must
On ya books Issa plus
Yeah we crooks we adjust
And I'll see you soon homie
Till that day is one love
Gang shit
I see em' they talkin
But really ain't none of them be about it
Lame shit
My .40 gon park him
And none of y'all nikkas gon read about it
Gang shit
Know GD's and Locies
But homie I'm homie I Bleed for this
Four Five Degrees when my fingers twist
Red laces and chucks on my feet and shit
Gang shit
I see em' they talkin
But really ain't none of them be about it
Lame shit
My .40 gon park him
And none of y'all nikkas gon read about it
Gang shit
Know GD's and Locies
But homie I'm homie I Bleed for this
Four Five Degrees when my fingers twist
Red laces and chucks on my feet and shit
I see em' they talkin
But really ain't none of them be about it
Lame shit
My .40 gon park him
And none of y'all nikkas gon read about it
Gang shit
Know GD's and Locies
But homie I'm homie I Bleed for this
Four Five Degrees when my fingers twist
Red laces and chucks on my feet and shit
Gang shit
I see em' they talkin
But really ain't none of them be about it
Lame shit
My .40 gon park him
And none of y'all nikkas gon read about it
Gang shit
Know GD's and Locies
But homie I'm homie I Bleed for this
Four Five Degrees when my fingers twist
Red laces and chucks on my feet and shit
.40 done hit him up
.50 done lit him up
I unload this choppa to split him up
On point like a decimal
Holdin the pressure tho
Movin thru packs like a pick and roll
I really AINT stressin them
Baba been textin them
She gimme drop and I'm flexin them
These hollows gon fess him up
Semi gon bless him up
Pick out your coffin and dress him up
I'm really perplexin them
Nikkas ain't guessin
I'm really about all the bedlam
Hold court like I'm judgin them
Really I'm pluggin them
Judge gon determine the one on one
I talk to my demons
Told me to heat him
Cannot be blamed for the eatings
Ya Treesh tryna see me
So krispy she kreaming
I cannot be blamed for ha feelings
These nikkas try test on me
Think I'm bill bellemy
Hollows gon open like sesame
I been had my chef degree
Dog check the pedigree
Dodgin the kennel my first decree
Been eating like pork n beanz
Tryna support the dream
Handed out techs to support the team
You really can't force a thing
Dolo ain't worth a thing
Gotta cohort not to blow the thing
Been chasin the profit
Lookin for options
Food cost a lot and my pieces been choppin
Treeshes been bobbin
Dip witcha baba
Barbies on bodies I be with tha shottas
Don't worry about it
Semis hit proper
Pacino wait nino wit choppas
Prescribe like a doctor
I'm sick what's the option
I'm smokin up two hit the strip and I'm boppin
Gang shit
I see em' they talkin
But really ain't none of them be about it
Lame shit
My .40 gon park him
And none of y'all nikkas gon read about it
Gang shit
Know GD's and Locies
But homie I'm homie I Bleed for this
Four Five Degrees when my fingers twist
Red laces and chucks on my feet and shit
Gang shit
I see em' they talkin
But really ain't none of them be about it
Lame shit
My .40 gon park him
And none of y'all nikkas gon read about it
Gang shit
Know GD's and Locies
But homie I'm homie I Bleed for this
Four Five Degrees when my fingers twist
Red laces and chucks on my feet and shit
I'm drillin em
I'm frackin ya block hitting fire and grillin em
Fake spinnin em
I back out the gloc hear the pop and I'm ditchin em
They aint listen huh?
I'm higher and flier than all of you little pups
Keep a semi tucked
I pull up like diapers to all of your cribs and dump
Bad likkle Asian bitch
I creep to ha brib dead of night and slay ha shit
She said she can't take the dick
I'm tellin ha hush up
Throw deeper than Brady did
My niggas don't play that shit
You talkin they sparkin
This .40 gon park him for layman shit
You dig in the crates for the latest shit
I dip to the bank then I pay the shit
I'm feelin it
BM and Fronto I steam and I'm really lit
I ain't spilling shit
PK in my cup so I'm all the way up
Sippin weed and shit
I bleed for this
Four five degrees when I drip with the steez and I keeps tha gikk
I'm scooping ya mutha she need a Lyft
She churn up my butter then eat the kid
Yo Elaming
These nikkas think Sammy don't be wit the peddling
Onto better things
I got ya last kite shit was tight when you home we gon settle things
Until then
Yo keep ya head up time is tough
Get some books Issa must
On ya books Issa plus
Yeah we crooks we adjust
And I'll see you soon homie
Till that day is one love
Gang shit
I see em' they talkin
But really ain't none of them be about it
Lame shit
My .40 gon park him
And none of y'all nikkas gon read about it
Gang shit
Know GD's and Locies
But homie I'm homie I Bleed for this
Four Five Degrees when my fingers twist
Red laces and chucks on my feet and shit
Gang shit
I see em' they talkin
But really ain't none of them be about it
Lame shit
My .40 gon park him
And none of y'all nikkas gon read about it
Gang shit
Know GD's and Locies
But homie I'm homie I Bleed for this
Four Five Degrees when my fingers twist
Red laces and chucks on my feet and shit
Writer: Solomon Barnwell
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, AMORI SOUNDS