Gangland lyrics

[Hook: $lade] x 2
Ima young n*gga on the move (aye)
Quit the playin', boy you know you ain't smooth (aye)
When you up against me, you gon lose
Stop frontin on me n*gga, you know who she gon choose (aye)

[Verse 1: $lade]
I ain't never really playin
n*gga better check himself before he start up wit the hatin
Better speak up if you talkin, I ain't hearin what you sayin
I ain't finna deal wit nobody till I'm done blazin
Till I'm done blazin
I said till I'm done blazin
Better speak up if you talkin, I ain't hearin what you sayin
I ain't finna deal wit nobody till I'm done blazin

[Verse 2: Gu@po]
Free the homie TJ, never attempted homi
Yeah I'm nice but f*ck wit me I might just catch a body
Glock a sex offender like his name is Bill Cosby
f*ckin b*tches. gettin money, stupid n*gga that's my hobby
I'm just tryna get straight off the block, no cappin
Told my lil bro that I got him until the casket
Yes I got shooters lil n*gga, quit askin
Bro let me crash for a year, it's deeper than rappin
n*ggas remember days when we was broke, we was trapped in
But now a n*gga's focused on the money, that was back then
Body after body, shape shiftin like I'm Ben 10
She was trippin on me so n*gga I just f*cked her friend, yeah
These b*tches f*ckin wit a n*gga for the clout
But she wasn't talkin sh*t when my di*k was in her mouth
Got some family, yeah the be f*ckin trappin down south
I'd rather fight a n*gga but my goons gon air him out
[Hook: $lade] x 2
Ima young n*gga on the move (aye)
Quit the playin', boy you know you ain't smooth (aye)
When you up against me, you gon lose
Stop frontin on me n*gga, you know who she gon choose (aye)

[Verse 3: 2$lumpt]
Aye
Posted wit my n*ggas and we steady gettin f*cked up
Tryna say you wit the sh*ts, gon get yo ass f*cked up
Tryna talk down, you gon get yo lil b*tch f*cked
Get buck
Like a skater I just get buck
Count up
I'm just tryna count these bands
She steady in my DM's but I thought she had a mans
I'm rollin up, I'm pourin up, might pop a couple xans
Off that Natty Daddy, n*ggas might just pull up do they dance
Yo b*tch feenin for the white, she stuck up in a trance
Brodie strapped up, you might confuse him for a trans
Young n*gga, I just wanna count up bands (count it up aye)
I just wanna count up bands
Gas pack (gas pack)
This sh*t got a n*gga slumped (got me slumped)
n*ggas talkin this and that but they ain't runnin up (ain't runnin up)
pus*y n*gga thought that we wasn't gon turn up
Until he seen my n*ggas hella deep ready f*ck it up
Stop actin (stop actin)
I ain't forcin sh*t, no cappin (no cap)
This sh*t really the mob n*gga this more than rappin (more than rap)
Mixin drugs got a n*gga sleep, b*tch I'm nappin
And I heard you got the pack so we might pull up and just tax it n*gga