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DJ Moose
DJ Moose
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Pj Glizzy
Pj Glizzy
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Pj Glizzy
Pj Glizzy
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YTF Sensei
YTF Sensei
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Cj Goon
Cj Goon
Songwriter
Chalim Perry
Chalim Perry
Songwriter
LEFTY GOON
LEFTY GOON
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GLVCK
GLVCK
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GLVCK
GLVCK
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Lyrics

Gang-gang-gang (Is this Glvck?) OY-OGz Niggas know what's goin' on Grrah-grrah, boom And that's just the end of it (Gang) Niggas talkin', but don't be bendin' shit (Boom) I'ma Goon wit' this tool, off adrenaline Pumpin', brodie wit' me, get to dumpin' (Uh-Huh) 'Cause I'm ballin' like Diddy, livin' like Yellow Back on court like Carmelo (Boom) .40, it bark (Boom), you gon' hear the echo So don't play wit' the Goons (Gang-gang) Talkin' crazy, we run in ya' room (Skrrt) Heavy mops, and sticks, and brooms (Gang-gang) It's a problem? Send 'em to the moon (To the moon) It's a problem? Send 'em to the, look (Boom, boom) You got a chop? Nigga, me too I'ma up it and click when I see you (Gang, grrah-grrah, boom) That's the difference Tell 'em, "Listen" Brodie cookin' up dope in the kitchen (Uh-Huh) If a nigga act up, we gon' click 'em (What?) If it's up then it's stuck, nigga, let me know (What's the word?) All my opps is broke (Boom), they be sharin' clothes, like (Uh-Huh) If you know then you know (Then you know) Niggas be like, "Bro, you throw 5 (Uh-Huh), I throw 10" (Brrt) Man, fuck that shit, my chop extend (Boom-boom-boom) Sendin' 30 shots, why you throwin' 10? (Skrrt, skrrt) Like, these niggas never gon' spin From the Hill to the Courts, we get money for real Better move wit' caution, don't lack in the field OY-OGz, better keep a steel (Uh-huh) Yeah Like, fuck that Baby girl, I was itchin' to up that (Facts) That's ya' bitch? You just mad 'cause I fucked that That's ya' bitch? You just mad 'cause I fucked that Gang-gang-gang I'ma bust it, bust it, bust it I'ma touch it, touch it, touch it I done forgot that bitch had a nigga So me and the bros had to up it (Like, suck my dick) So me and the bros had to up it (Boom-boom) Yeah (Boom-boom-boom-boom) So me and the bros had to up it (Grrt) So me and the- Gang-gang (Rrah) Bitch, I up wit' the right, but I shoot wit' my left (Gang) Push up on me (Gang), get hit in your chest When you spin through my block Better have you a vest (Boom-boom-boom) If not, that's your ticket to death If a nigga throw up 4z, my Oz gon' bang out (Die 4z) Me and Paulie, 2 deep where you hang out (Gang) We gon' slide on them niggas to see what they 'bout (Gang) Two Oz in the V wit' the thing out (Boom-boom) Like, they don't know we clutch (What?) Like, name one Goon you touched (Uh-Huh) If he run into me, I'ma up (Gang-gang-gang) When you run into me, better duck (Gang-gang-gang) Like, we bend blocks, who tough? (Who tough?) Like, we send shots, who up? (Bow-bow) Got a baba that just want to bust (Skrrt) If he uppin' the 4's (Boom), then I bet that she clutch (Boom), like Jiggy man got a call that it's up (That it's up) If it's up, then we leavin' it stuck, then (Boom-boom) Hollows hit 'em, they ended the function (Skrrt-skrrt) We the opps, ain't no way that we bluffin' (Boom-boom) Jay5ive wit' me so bitch, structure up (Structure up) When we clickin', we aim at your muffin (Gang-gang) And you know we ain't clickin' for nothin' (Gang, gang) When we score, that's the end of discussion (Grrt) Gang-gang-gang Gang-gang-gang Suck my fuckin' dick OY-OGz Gang-gang-gang Gang-gang-gang Grrah And that's just the end of it Niggas talkin', but don't be bendin' shit I'ma Goon wit' this tool, off adrenaline Pumpin', brodie wit' me, get to dumpin' You got a chop? Nigga, me too I'ma up it and click when I see you That's the difference Tell 'em, "Listen" Brodie cookin' up dope in the kitchen Yeah Like, fuck that Baby girl, I was itchin' to up that That's ya' bitch? You just mad 'cause I fucked that That's ya' bitch? You just mad 'cause I fucked that (Gang-gang) Bitch, I up wit' the right, but I shoot wit' my left Push up on me, get hit in your chest When you spin through my block, better have you a vest If not, that's your ticket to death Like, we bend blocks, who tough? Like, we send shots, who up? Got a baba that just want to bust If he uppin' the 4's, then I bet that she clutch, like Everything dead Everything dead, OY-OG, nigga (Hol' up, word to my mother) He was a fuckin' Flocka, now he need a fuckin' doctor, nigga He's a DOA nigga, fuck is you talkin' about, nigga? I can't wait till I catch me a flocka, stupid
Writer(s): Chalim Perry, Matthew Kelly, Madhahir Abdulaziz Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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