GVNG GVNG (Gang Gang)

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Fred Peshi

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Oh man, they asked me to jump out the box
They said you want them M's, you gotta jump out the box
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
On gang gang

On gang gang
On gang gang
Cock back, aim, then pop that bang
On gang gang it's going down that's a man down

Man down, gang bitch
Bang bang, bitch, that's blood stains
On a bitch, nigga won't miss nigga when I
Cock back, aim, then pop that bang

On gang gang it's going down that's a man down
Man down, gang bitch
Bang bang, bitch, that's blood stains
On your kicks, nigga, old bitch, nigga

Bang, bang, bang, boom, boom, boom, bop, bop
Left mathematics for the paramedics
That's how many times he got shot
No Chris Angel, no David Blaine

But he levitated when I shot
This a song I made with hella hate
That I dedicate to my opps
Hold on, wait, listen

I'm livin', havin' a ton of fun
In a tented caddy with a hundred drum
If I get the addy, he a dunny bun
Bang, bang, bang, boom, boom, boom, bop, bop

You was talkin' heavy, old bitch, nigga
Time to stand on that shit, nigga
Crossin me on your head
We puttin' bands on that shit, nigga

Send shooters where you're operatin
Then wham on that shit, nigga
Take the block you got murdered on
And put sand on that shit nigga

Squashin' beef with the opps
Hell nah, we ain't doin' that shit, nigga
On gang gang
On gang gang

Cock back, aim, aim
Then pop that bang, bang
On gang gang
It's goin' down, that's a man down

Man down
Gang bitch, bang bang bitch
That's blood stains
On a bitch, nigga, won't miss, nigga

When I cop back, aim, aim
Then pop that bang, bang
On gang gang
It's goin' down, that's a man down

Man down
Gang bitch, bang bang bitch
That's blood stains
On your kicks, nigga

Ol bitch, nigga
Bang, bang, bang
Boom, boom, bop, bop
Left mathematics for the paramedics

That's how many times he got shot
No Criss Angel, no David Blaine
But he levitated when I shot
This a song I made with hella hate

That I dedicate to my opps
Hold on, wait, hold on
If he beefin' with me, then it's on sight
If them people get me, I'm just doin' life

Gettin' J-Pays, gettin' flown kites, no cap
I was taught to get caught, charge it to the streets
It is what it is, would you rather do a bid
Or have your kids knowin' you deceased

Been movin' scattered since rumor has it
Some dude was askin' where to find me though
Now I'm runnin' round with a hundred rounds
I'ma hunt him down word to Fivio

Riskin' life for a like, drawin' for a mention
Shit rappers doin' for attention
Youngins drawin' with extensions
Throwin' from a distance

All they really drawin' is attention
On gang, gang
Cock back, aim
Then pop that bang

On gang, gang
It's goin' down
That's a man down
Man down

Gang, bitch
Bang, bang, bitch
That's bloodstains
On a bitch, nigga

Won't miss, nigga
When I cock back, aim
Then pop that bang
On gang, gang

It's goin' down
That's a man down
Man down
Gang, bitch

Bang, bang, bitch
That's bloodstains
On your kicks, nigga
Ol a bitch, nigga

Bang, bang, bang
Boom, boom, boom, bop, bop
Life mathematics for the paramedics
That's how many times he got shot

No Chris Angel
No David Blaine
But he a levitated when I shot
This a song I made with hella hate

That I dedicate to my opps
Hold on, wait, listen
Hold on, wait, hold up
Bang, bang, bang

Boom, boom, boom, bop, bop
This a song I made with hella hate
That I dedicate to my opps
Gone

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