DARK NIGHTZ lyrics

[Intro]
Grrt
Free the Bros
Free the Gang
(Beat it up Bavaro)
You already know we comin'
Free the gang, free the guys, free the gang
Bust the boys, bust the boys, bust the boys

[Verse]
Free the gang
Tell 'em free my dogs
Locked in the cell 22 and 2, man that sh*t was hard
But I didn't lose my mind, but I was running at all of the guards
Whipped that boy, he ain't seen none but the rose or stars
And they know not to play with me, 'cause I just go test this G
And I'm shy when I talk to the b*tches but I'm the first when I hop on the V
Broski took him on a trip, no cap, I seen him fly
And if I respect your gangsta then I might tell you how your homie died
And I can see the real in thе streets
Calling me like a spiller thе whole time, that n*gga police
My own shooter know how to tuck it
Energy for your dawg just cut it
Plus you ain't even fend that one sh*t
Want your respect back, step on some
Out here, beefin' it with grown folks
Talk tough and hide, gon' get your bro smoked
7.62s cut through sh*t like butter
Before he left it was pain and suffer
Bro one of y'all chase him down with a judder?
You gotta beat that stick on an angle
And I learned that sh*t from my uncle
My opps were celebrating like I got got
It was f*cked up when I got knocked
Can't be mad, man, I did a lot
We was hopping out, shootin'
Dem man was getting
Beef don't stop (Never)
And I love it when I see a hundred n*ggas
It's the best time to opp shop
We got different sticks for different hoods
NY chops, superstitious, why?
It's knocks on wood
Big thirty gon' make sure I'm good
Basto Gang the new Death Row and they think that I'm Suge
But I'm trying to be big like Pac
I roll with some tints and three-four hitters, so I don't get flamed in the car
I was in a Honda, he was in a Wraith so I had to put him in the stars
Real wipe downs, make sh*t easy, I don't like to leave no clues
That fully left them stuck in death before they knew what to do
I'm going left, bro going right You know we always in sync
No security, I'm with the Bastos, they guard me like the president
Free up Stacks, bust up a program to run up the racks
I don't like to chat, they mention me they gettin' gift wrapped
Brodie told me to sit back, chill out with the diss rap
Can't control my anger, but I can control this kick back
And you know who gettin' the get back
Jump out, run them down
Let's see who's the first one to get that
[Outro]
Grrt, grrt, grrt
Basto, Basto Gang
Grrrrt