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gang. - o. hype lyrics

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[verse]

people that hated me then, loving the way that i am

making that paper them m’s, i am not making no friends

money’s the favourite demand, i’ll cop me that maybach by benz

i am not hanging wit’ them, don’t make me say it again

see people are raising their hands, i am not hanging wit’ fans

i am not shaking no hands, pictures they take to the gram

they waiting all day in the stands, i am not waving at them

i am not changing my plans, unless i get paid in advance

[hook]

gang, gang, gang all be wit’ me

let’s f-ck up the city, gang gang on the way up

gang, gang, gang all be wit’ me

let’s f-ck up the city, gang gang on the way up

gang, gang, gang all be wit’ me

let’s f-ck up the city, gang gang on the way up

gang, gang, gang all be wit’ me

let’s f-ck up the city, gang gang on the way up

[verse]

shooters my homies my gang, shooting like kobe in range

gucci and zoe i’m paid, counting these bills wit’ no change

watch how you spoke on my name, get on the bench go behave

‘cos i ain’t be going away, ‘cos i won’t be going away ah

nose all be caked from the sand, baby be faded from grams

t-tties as fake as her tan, we’ll go from mercedes to lamb

arrogant say that i am, gang will just say i’m the man

food it all came from a can, now i’ll have steak from the pan

[hook]

gang, gang, gang all be wit’ me

let’s f-ck up the city, gang gang on the way up

gang, gang, gang all be wit’ me

let’s f-ck up the city, gang gang on the way up

gang, gang, gang all be wit’ me

let’s f-ck up the city, gang gang on the way up

gang, gang, gang all be wit’ me

let’s f-ck up the city, gang gang on the way up

[verse]

rolling wit’ all of my gang, want rollie’s for all of my gang

models be going for days, that buzz isn’t going away

cutting up c-ke on the plate, noses be covered in cake

savings ya’ll got in the bank, we throwing that money on stage

shooters my troopers are gucci, we ain’t be running from shade

strippers be wit’ me they litty, these groupies be f-ckin’ the gang

plans that i want to arrange, buying my momma a range

copping my brother a wraith, leaving ‘em covered in yay

[hook]

gang, gang, gang all be wit’ me

let’s f-ck up the city, gang gang on the way up

gang, gang, gang all be wit’ me

let’s f-ck up the city, gang gang on the way up

gang, gang, gang all be wit’ me

let’s f-ck up the city, gang gang on the way up

gang, gang, gang all be wit’ me

let’s f-ck up the city, gang gang on the way up

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