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Gangatroni

 

Gangatroni

(album: Ion Feel Nun - 2020)


This shit ain't no tit for tat
Let's make this thang a blow out
Retaliation to empty threats
Make niggas not wan' go out (FOREVEROLLIN)
Found out that big gang had fucked yo main
And you was tore out
I don't speak opinions
Only facts come outta my mouth
Hustling in my veins
Shit I was made inside a crackhouse
Niggas talk that money shit
Can't even pull a stack out
Blackout
All he heard when I heard he was hating on me
Nervous niggas working
Pray that they don't write no statement on me
Tryna keep this street shit far behind me
But it's gaining on me
You and me are not the same
I came for everything I wanted
Cashed out for my 41 on the spot
Wasn't no payments on it
Everybody getting off, we see a opp
Ain't no waiting on it
If he ain't try to hit something when I got shot
Ain't no way we homies
My name got that ranking on it
Life too real I can't be folded

Gangatroni
Riding round in a rental tryna spank yo homie
30 poking out my pockets this shit can't be folded
30 underneath out my Rocket Russell Westbrook, homie

Gangatroni
Riding round in a rental tryna spank yo homie
30 poking out my pockets this shit can't be folded
30 underneath out my Rocket Russell Westbrook, homie

When Quanny died divided all us up
I brought it back now
Big Basey say he can not close the trap
Until Lil Shaq out
Dy got this shit hot
The opps keep calling tryna cop out
30 Poppa wet up niggas blocks
He keep his mop out
Capo in the gambling house
Still tryna send his shot down
Donnie somewhere dishin out that dawg
He got a whole pound
It's easy money exactly what it is
Exactly how it sound
Him and Freaky sneaky for a reason
It's a lotta pounds
Quiet gotta keep it down
Reese moving discreetly now
All of us get off
And got it on us when you see us out
You ain't help yo people out
Put food in yo people's mouth
Haters hate, the real can vouch
I'm everything I'm rapping bout

Gangatroni
Riding round in a rental tryna spank yo homie
30 poking out my pockets this shit can't be folded
30 underneath out my Rocket Russell Westbrook, homie

Gangatroni
Riding round in a rental tryna spank yo homie
30 poking out my pockets this shit can't be folded
30 underneath out my Rocket Russell Westbrook, homie

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