Tory Lanez - G.A.N.G. lyrics

rate me

Hey you see that bitch Chloe upstairs?

Bitch was damn dear dancing on my leg

Ay, ay ay, kill hat shit

Now who the fuck is that over there?

That don’t look like...

It is that nigger shit

All these nigger try to rat on us nigger

Fuck that!

Anybody taking position I gotta get

My shit upstairs man

Is he right? You coming with me man

These niggers for the fucking ride on us

As I stare in this fucking mirror

Pistol in my hand, nothing but bloody stairs

Cold glasses watching up in the stairs they

Watch it form the corner

Cops on the block

Try to make paper what’s making the block

Roma, aroma, getting cake, chasing cash

Tag lacing like I got a stripper

That’s working for good hour

Think myself lately life is a gun for

Conflict of a nigger soul

Shit I have the road

I think this probably be the real

In this population full of molly popping

It’s only getting realer but these niggers never broke on

Back in my days we selling drugs

And never took’em below

What it’s coming into?

I’m living in a war

Got pussy up on my mental

Niggers murder my cousin

Full of my grandmothers

You the one I had to

When rappers had the never of making killers

Fucking murderer, rap defines you will murder you

That could change me the same word I hear you up

But I don’t care about the cycle uh

I like to lift them in the air like the mic you

A pair of Johns, back club in the airforce

And then you took 2

Down form under the sweater and then boof, boof, boof

Young money go singing like

Young money go singing like

Stealing shot never ran up off the block

Till I felt the shot never rang across my top

Hundred meter dash was the way I start to try

Thinking at my thought like damn man I shine

Another nigger could’ve been some nigger’s pops

...help a nigger squat more

Wasted hours niggers spend addicted to this pot

Till they getting guac, niggers got evicted from the spot

Couldn’t pick the lock

Should’ve picked a nigger but I’m not

Then they just figure that this bigger room will stop

Liquor in the shot

Gotta get my mind off that

Back on call my mind don’t track

From the life of selling drugs

Nigger getting signed on

Wasn’t in my plans

Neither was this gun in my hands

You know how niggers get

I know high nigger with

Nigger...always doing high nigger shit

Fuck can’t live without’em

That with the niggers is just dying on

Trust him you love him

From a distance going thug

Cause that could be the greater reason

Why you hitting prison

First 48 I see the closest nigger switching in

Since then I ain’t been provoking niggers witness

Dipping to the lake like I was damn near fishing