Gang Ways (feat. 0ff Radar)

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Netanel

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My ops put me in a box at seventeen
But mama I was innocent I ain't done shit
Came out the county I was feeling real dangerous
Ill never break you crack like a kit kat
Smoking on that 'op pack (Oh wee)
Swerving through the G (Yeah)
Two shots to yo spleen (Wow)
Run up on me imma smoke you like a motherfucking fiend
Missing the old ways (shoot shoot gang gang gang gang)
Let's go let's go let's go
Rolling trapping zaza out the benz
Rolling through G town with all my friends
Old days (wee)
Old ways
yachta yachta yachta we're tryna get paid
yachta yachta yachta we're just tryna get laid
Feeling like my daddy laying next to my grave
Fourty on my drawers stuck in my ways on this money chase
This paper chase
Run up on me you 'gon die today (Die today)
Gun on me like a tidal wave
Pistol in my drawers imma hit you with this glock (You dead)
Pull up with a missile we 'gon shoot we don't knock (Pow pow)
When I get high its a homicide everytime we slide
Caught a nigga lacking open wide
Hit him in his eyes
Keep the glock right by my side I caught him by surprise
Really want that nigga dead up the glock and we 'gon let 'em fly
Straight shots to the head want smoke now he 'gon die
Put you on a t-shirt oh shit damn yo mama cried (Oh no)
I'm tryna see a nigga feet work got him running miles
Pull up its a shootout on yo block where you gonna hide (Peek-a-boo)
Bullets made him have a seizure kill 'em with no smile
Driving to yo mama's crib creeping through the night
I'm tryna see how that bean work now I'm feeling slime
No I don't need no teamwork yeah that nigga mine
In these streets, I'm a veteran
Pray to god to be a better man (Never)
But I can't stop I'm doing sins
F*ck yo funeral we 'gon hop in out the van
He knew he wasn't equal when we shot him in his land
And you know we spin again kill they homies and they fam
F*ck a band
We gon do this for the gram
I I I have no more ops now
They come we spray their block down
Bah bah bah bah bah bah bah
Imma bully with these hallows
you ain't gon see tomorrow
Let's go let's go let's go
My ops put me in a box at seventeen
But mama I was innocent I ain't done shit
Came out the county I was feeling real dangerous
Ill never break you crack like a kit kat
Smoking on that 'op pack (Oh wee)
Swerving through the G (Yeah)
Two shots to yo spleen (Wow)
Run up on me imma smoke you like a motherfucking fiend
Missing the old ways (shoot shoot gang gang gang gang)
Let's go let's go let's go

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