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lirik lagu gang only – trdee

[intro: trdee]
shooter on tip, a wrong move might just
(ooh, it’s bluestrip, baby)

[verse 1: trdee]
shooter on tip, a wrong move might just end the game
and i’m not worried about your’s, he ain’t got no aim
b*tch, i always show up in the clutch, kinda feel like dame
i don’t get it, if that’s yo b*tch, why she give me brain?
you thought that i would give a f*ck but i ran out of those
this the third time in that fit, he ain’t got no clothes
dawg always ask him where they at, he ain’t got no hoes
we was hitting every walmart till we ran out of stores
[verse 2: stanwill]
we’ll pull up sparking arps out the suv
say it’s up, i put it on the floor, i just can’t let you be
all that talking spicy, when i catch you, i can’t let you speak
like shut up, huh
i bе riding ’round with that sh*t, need to wipe my ass
walking in the bank, i’m like, sh*t, this look likе my stash
think i’m finna wrestle in this b*tch? he gon’ fight my mag
we be labbed up through this b*tch like it’s science class

[verse 3: trdee]
you be booed up with a freak, what a f*cking clown
feel like a king, neptune, where my f*cking crown?
only f*cking if you f*ck the team so i hope you down
b*tch got a lake between her legs, tryna make me drown
why you talking all that big money but ain’t got it?
feel like jalen green ’cause i’m in houston with a rocket
if you catch me riding with the b*tch then i popped it
you a hall of fame capper, n*gga, please stop it

[verse 4: stanwill]
you can only catch me where the gang at
cut into yo b*tch like, “where that brain at?”
fully on the bop, ain’t gotta aim that
he be munching on that b*tch, i’m sick he came that
say it’s beef, throw some bread on his head, now he lunch meat
hit stick in the amirmis if he think he finna rush me
all that riding on our wave, we on his head like a brush be
you won’t catch me in milwaukee but i’m always where some bucks be
[verse 5: trdee]
n*ggas want this and that but they ain’t never got no motion
wocky in a twenty*four got it looking like it’s potion
told that b*tch i’m not a game, cut it out the controlling
told ’em we was finna blow, they probably thought that i was trolling
b*tch caught me with her friend, i’m like, “i thought that was you”
man, it’s f*ck the grapevine, what you heard is not true
told the driver don’t panic, keep it together like glue
he was talking down till we popped up on him just like boo

[verse 6: stanwill]
buffalos icy than a b*tch, got my eyes cold
i got jetlag in first class, switching time zones
put my bounty hunter on yo head, you can’t hide long
hope you got yo bl!ck attached ’cause you know i got mine
dog $hit militia, that’s the gang but you know that
barking like a pit but he a pup, boy, you ain’t on that
we’ll take him straight up out that pape’, you bet not show that
talking out his neck, i’ll put the bl!cky where his ‘fro at

- trdee

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