Angelo JR lyrics

[Intro]
(This a Glokay beat, boy)
Band Gang give a f*ck 'bout no stain (Yuh)
b*tch, I been gang, give a f*ck ’bout no stain (Huh?)
Gang, yeah

[Verse]
b*tch, I'm Band Gang, I don't give a f*ck ’bout no stain
4CH Solid Gang, give a f*ck what you think
Give a f*ck what you think, on the block with a shank
I got my guap up, got this sh*t out the bank
My partner locked up so I got 'em all ranked
In the road with a hard body and some saints
And I dunk on my opps, I get 'em out the paint
Came a long way from cooking noodles in the sink
And my uncle a junkie, f*cked up off that drank
And I wish I could help a n*gga but I can't
My back on the wall, my glizzy against the gate
And I been seen the pus*y boy behind the fake
Man, f*ck the police, ain't talking to no jakes
Sent my boy in the chain, supplies to build a shank
I got Gucci, Supreme and Louis, get the taste
Have my Glock having super powers with no cape (On God)
Huh, block life (Gang)
I'ma Angelo foe, this that knock life
Get you knocked off the script with like 4 pipes
Shordy pulled out that knife at that gun fight
b*tch, I'm all fight, f*ck flight, n*gga
Gang, this that Glock life, pipes up, n*gga (Huh?)
How you come to 1800 with no triggers?
And we all 'bout that life, gotta see the big picture
Ol’ f*ck ass baby, put that n*gga in a sprinter
And that bih’ date the mob, swear to God I won't miss her
Barely touched the b*tch, I barely done kissed her
Real street n*gga, give a f*ck ’bout no b*tch
And I'm all on the block with that Solid Gang sh*t
And I've been taking hits so I really won't flinch
And Lil Velly got 40. calibers to pinch
Said he wet, I shoot up, he swimming with the fish (Gang)
He swim with the fish and the whole gang know that yo pockets on lint
Wanna join EBG? better stack up yo chips
And they know I’m surprised to get in on this sh*t
Gotta see what you rocking, can't hang around no snitch
Gotta see if you 'bout it, can't hang around no b*tch
They know we can get this artillery quick
Man, come to the trap and save a hundred going for the stick
Call me Angelo Jr, I'm burning sh*t down
Hell no, I can't f*ck with no clown
I'm bought a suppressor Glock, won't even make a sound
Diss on the gang, you catch a hundred round
The glizzys in my lap, I'm riding round town
And my dog bit the n*gga, sent 'em to the pound
They said he was barking, no bite, how that sound?
But for Everyday Band Gang, shawty crashing out
Clean up the paper with towels and drive-by's
We ain't leaving money, n*gga, what's a drought?
I ain't beefing with broke n*ggas on the couch
If you let that b*tch in, you can kick that b*tch out
Slap the f*ck out that b*tch, tell that hoe watch yo mouth
Why the f*ck is you talking, b*tch, I want yo mouth
I take the Glock out, put that b*tch in my pouch
Fell in love with shooting, all my anger let out (Gang)