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gangbangin - g herbo lyrics

[verse 1]
cash (cash), i made that sh*t fast (i made that sh*t fast)
f*ck around, spend my last
now i’m back in my bag (yeah)
i pulled up in some sh*t with a cat on the side, but it ain’t no jag’ (dj victoriouz with me in the building)
used to post up with some k!llers, my hat to the side, we ain’t wearin’ no rags (oh my god, what is this? an l beat?)
i used to sleep in the bed with my brothers at night, but we ain’t no f*gs
i pledge get rich or die tryin’, i ain’t know nothin’ ’bout american flags (uh)
i got a story to tell you, a memory vivid with n*ggas that died
i got so immune that i was confused and ain’t know if not i should cry
i’m too real to fabricate my life, why would i lie?
malice and betrayal, jail, or how should i die?
how could i prevail? tell me, anything we do well fail
say you been through h*ll, barely
sleepin’ in them cells scary
i can’t see the cemetery, rather be preliminary
they’ll k!ll me voluntary, that’s why everybody carry
internet got n*ggas’ business, that’s why everybody scary
and my money varied, me and millis married (you know that)

[pre*chorus]
seen ’em k!ll (f*ck that)
i done seen ’em ill (for real)
they ain’t seen a meal
i done seen a mil’, d*mn
in the field (uh), ain’t know how to feel
sh*t was f*cked up for real
they ain’t know how to chill, d*mn

[chorus]
g*ngb*ngin’, g*ngb*ngin’, g*ngb*ngin’, g*ngb*ngin’
chain sw*ngin’, glock hangin’, watch blingin’ (ayy, ayy)
cop hatin’, opp slayin’, rock slanger
block hangin’, crooked like a wire hanger (huh)
violator, neighbors, everybody racist
can’t say everybody racist, can’t take everybody favors (uh*uh)
cops still blazin’ us
when you gon’ start back tazin’ us?
block been raisin’ us
sh*t you doin’ ain’t fazin’ us

[verse 2]
k!llin’ kids (k!llin’ kids)
how you feelin’, know you k!llin’ kids?
you was drillin’, now you squealin’ ‘fore you chin a bid (you a p*ssy)
see that man and ain’t gon’ tell him how you feelin’, you a p*ssy
k!lled the innocent, not your enemy, you a p*ssy (n*gga)

[pre*chorus]
seen ’em k!ll (f*ck that)
i done seen ’em ill (for real)
they ain’t seen a meal
i done seen a mil’, d*mn
in the field, ain’t know how to feel
sh*t was f*cked up for real
they ain’t know how to chill, d*mn

- g herbo lyrics

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