Testo Trip Gang - NGeeYL
Testo della canzone Trip Gang (NGeeYL), tratta dall'album Trip Gang
Gang, gang, gang
Late night creepin' on your block, nigga know I got the fire
Run up on me the wrong way, boy your crew gon' die
Young nigga sparkin' shit late night, boy you try me, you over
Everybody know that boy got the damn green like a damn clover
It's four leaf, y'all niggas be the police
Y'all niggas can't expose me, young nigga street for real
I'm hoppin' out with the steel
Matter fact Glock nigga, this bitch black nigga
Hit your hat nigga, with a MAC
Might motherfuckin' come and double back
Y'all done doubled that boy like attack, yeah
We comin' out jam with the offense
My niggas they shooters, my niggas'll do you
I'm in Double-S-Burg my nigga and we is equipped for war
You try that lil' bullshit nigga
I'll pull up on you and spray that shit up, you dig
I don't really do all that bitch shit
Nigga know we like to eat shit
I don't really do all that sweet shit
Put you on a plate, eat
And nah, we ain't shootin' at the feet
Chopper hit his ass, knock off his teeth
Y'all nigga talk that shit
I ain't never seen you in the streets
I ain't seen you in the streets
I don't even think you for real
Ridin' round town with a Glock
That motherfucker light up your windshield
You play with the gang, get popped
My young niggas ready to catch a kill
It's like Call of Duty: Black Ops
But my niggas shootin' for real
Late night creepin' on your block, nigga know I got the fire
Run up on me the wrong way, boy your crew gon' die
Young nigga sparkin' shit late night, boy you try me, you over
Everybody know that boy got the damn green like a damn clover
Late night creepin' on your block, nigga know I got the fire
Run up on me the wrong way, boy your crew gon' die
Young nigga sparkin' shit late night, boy you try me, you over
Everybody know that boy got the damn green like a damn clover
Trip gang, Glock gang, Gvnnit Gang, fioso
All that man, yeah we out of here
Get your ass flipped, by many names, you dig
Y'all niggas keep playin' with this shit watch out, I'm tellin' you
Double-S mob, boy I'm tellin' you
Pushin' up, takin' shit, strip your ass butt-naked
Beat you at the show, I don't give a fuck about none of that
Beatin' ass here, on the show man
Ask your partners nigga, y'all niggas lame as hell
Quit playin' that gangster role, y'all niggas bitches
On God, sleep
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Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Nigel Gerald Fullenwinder
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