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gang thang - gmk lyrics

[intro]
gang sh-t we on that same sh-t
yeah
gang sh-t yeah
same thang, gang thang n-gg-
double r sh-t, rack racer gmk

[verse 1]
them washingtons, i want my jacksons and my benjamins
n-gg-s call me fam, gmk is not no kin to them
f-ck a n-gg-, i’m fresh out that cell i won’t spin with them
i was writin’ letters in that mail but they ain’t send for him
f-ck it, don’t n-body wrote the kite n-body kept it real
that’s why i’m double r that’s why a n-gg- known for keepin’ steel
rack racer, i’ll crack a dome and keep it chill
stack paper, fiendin’ for my cheddar, it’s my only meal
aye, n-gg- know i ain’t ever been lactose
pappy off a perc it got him leanin’ he don’t lack though
n-gg- got .380s since a baby we don’t pack those
forgis on the cedes got it bouncin’ like a fat hoe
big body remember we was jumpin’ out the tahoe
glock 9’s, .45’s, i just want the mac though
i could f-ck ya hoe now, b-tches love to act though
she gon’ let him in through the front i’m at the back though
can’t forget lil pap though
can’t forget lil leo
can’t forget my brother 63 they on the d-low
f-ckin’ with lil lui, gmk i’m on the beat though
f-ckin’ with some giants fye fum, bout’ the fee foe
it ain’t for the free though, you can pay the fee though
get yo cape pulled, bullets flyin’ you a hero
big missiles turn a n-gg- block ground zero
real trapper turn a crack rock into a kilo
gmk, kick in yo door, kick in yo door
i got all the work, trap sw-ngin’ like a candy store
n-gg-s fakin’ they get plenty shots i got the antidote
on the block and we got many glocks its like a camera store
f-ck sh-t, yeah, aye, n-gg-s on that f-ck sh-t
mr. clean’ll do a n-gg- dirty in that cut b-tch
gmk i’m known to keep the k and i’m gon’ bust it
he ain’t tryna bless me with the plate then i’m gon’ cut it
she can’t put that p-ssy in my face but i’m gon’ f-ck it
when i up he try to do the race but i’m gon’ rush him
roll a n-gg- smoke him like a blunt yeah we gon’ dutch him
talkin to them crackers like he tough and we gon’ touch him
gut him, glizzy with a d-ck, i’m gon’ clutch him
choppa bullets pacify a baby we gon’ hush him
zone 4, posted out there daily you can’t come here
i been servin’ pops since i was a baby on a 3 wheel
bang bang, all my n-gg-s on them gang thangs
all my n-gg-s yellin’ double r, i rep the same thang
slang cane, all my n-gg-s they gon’ sw-ng the door
i’m gon slang the k and if i miss it i’m gon’ sw-ng some more
double r, i want my jacksons and my benjamins
n-gg-s call me fam, gmk is not no kin to them
f-ck a n-gg-, i’m fresh out that cell i won’t spin with them
i was writin’ letters in that mail but they ain’t send for him

[outro]
rack racer gmk n-gg- yeah
double r i’m a f-ckin’ star

- gmk lyrics

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