The Real Grab Gang lyrics

by

EBK Leebo



[Intro]
(Hey Ecko, turn it up)
Ecko
Ayy Ecko
Turn this motherf*cker up
Ayy Ecko, turn this beat off if I ain't trippin' on it
Aye, look, b*tch

[Verse]
Aye, hoe, one thing that I can't stand is a bum
Don't think it's good, tryna come around the gang, where you from?
I can name two things that you ain't got, a B or gun
That resume, one false move and you're done, yeah, yeah
Gay n*ggas think they shooters, that's them Fly's
Make me wanna give a pass, but I can't, they gotta die
At this point in my life, can't hang around unless you slide
n*ggas unknown, ain't only platform to all nine times
Yeah, yeah, only difference, n*ggas sad about the post
n*ggas knowin' what I did, I ain't gotta brag, ain't gotta boast
But we turnеd up, after buddy died, we had a toast
Hеy, don't get burnt up, if I really got a Glock, you got a ghost
Rap n*ggas suckin' di*k, 'cause they see the gang poppin'
Clickin' up with the Fly's like, "Y'all don't see these n*ggas droppin'?"
It's a killer for a killer, we the killers out in Stockton
They say you is, but you hang around with Janky better stop
The real rap gang
I know you see them killers on your ass
The real rap gang
You n*ggas ain't even spaz over Spaz
Know he got back pain
The way them bullets entered in his back
Ayy n*gga that way
Get the f*ck out, they made no pack
n*gga, ay, yeah
Let's get political
Choke, now I'm f*cking your BM
You think he missing you?
She like, "Turn them n*ggas off"
EBK is what I listen to
And whoever popped nice, I need to fade
You should've finished, dude
Yeah, now I'm just playin', know I love yo life
You wanna name in these streets, n*gga, left, right
You wanna end up like them n*ggas, better keep pipe
You made yo bed, now lay in it, n*gga, sleep tight
Yeah, yeah, we don't forget sh*t
Purgin' with this big b*tch, I cannot miss
Hit tetanosing, choke candle, took a big p*ss
My young n*gga fifteen, he take big trips
Grab gang, grab gang, brother grab that n*gga
Caught a fly posted up, Leebo had to get him
I knocked a Fly for his b*tch, 'cause my bag was bigger
I'm really known for killin' sh*t, better ask them n*ggas threes
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