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Gang Video (MV)




Performed By: Krashout Jay T
Language: English
Length: 1:54
Written by: Jared Thomas




Krashout Jay T - Gang Lyrics




Gang
Big Y's I throw up OG second
(Yeah, yeah yeah)

That chain on my neck and its glistening
Bitch i'm tryna fight I aint listening
Niggas be saying that they is some demons i'll slap a nigga make him christian
We know you aint sliding, friction
That rod in my hand like i'm fishing
Call up a bitch I know that she finna buss it she always be having extensions
You play with the gang and get beat up
Might get slammed on your head with your feet up
We cold hearted but wait till we heat up, we might put you on a beeper
I hopped in my bag and got g'd up
You niggas be broke aint no visa
F*cking with pussies like prenup
We finna shake something like seizures
These hoes ugly stop pumping they heads you know that these hoes aint no divas
Say you want smoke with me, bitch i'm some gas so I do not compare to reefer
It's more then 4 lines in a liter
Get hit wit that tech like a leader
I heard some niggas that said they on go but most of these niggas done freezed up
How you pull up once but dont spin back through?
Because you know we solid like statues
Just wait till my young nigga catch you, he gone show you what that cash do
Baby get on the phone and show me what that ass do might just scoot up and clap you
These hoes just a nut, Cashews
I cant fall in love because them racks blue
Nigga go get your stripes it's past due
If he want that smoke we gone puff make him pass too
Kenno gone splat you
Lil dre punched you out in the mf bathroom
I aint gotta cap dude, call up mike and you know he gone spazz too
You know i'm a krash too
40 cal hit your mf stomach like fast food
I'm charged up nigga (Like what?) like I run on batteries
40 cal hit yo mf stomach and get your ass swole I aint talking bout calories
I know why they mad at me, because i'm blessed with this shit just like allergies
And your bitch steady grabbing me
She be like damn JayT you be stackin' cheese (On gang nigga)

(Uh, gang)
Staking that cheese
Run up on me
(Yeah) (Yeah) (Aye) (Yeah)
Big Y's I throw up OG second nigga
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Gang
Big Y's I throw up OG second
(Yeah, yeah yeah)

That chain on my neck and its glistening
Bitch i'm tryna fight I aint listening
Niggas be saying that they is some demons i'll slap a nigga make him christian
We know you aint sliding, friction
That rod in my hand like i'm fishing
Call up a bitch I know that she finna buss it she always be having extensions
You play with the gang and get beat up
Might get slammed on your head with your feet up
We cold hearted but wait till we heat up, we might put you on a beeper
I hopped in my bag and got g'd up
You niggas be broke aint no visa
F*cking with pussies like prenup
We finna shake something like seizures
These hoes ugly stop pumping they heads you know that these hoes aint no divas
Say you want smoke with me, bitch i'm some gas so I do not compare to reefer
It's more then 4 lines in a liter
Get hit wit that tech like a leader
I heard some niggas that said they on go but most of these niggas done freezed up
How you pull up once but dont spin back through?
Because you know we solid like statues
Just wait till my young nigga catch you, he gone show you what that cash do
Baby get on the phone and show me what that ass do might just scoot up and clap you
These hoes just a nut, Cashews
I cant fall in love because them racks blue
Nigga go get your stripes it's past due
If he want that smoke we gone puff make him pass too
Kenno gone splat you
Lil dre punched you out in the mf bathroom
I aint gotta cap dude, call up mike and you know he gone spazz too
You know i'm a krash too
40 cal hit your mf stomach like fast food
I'm charged up nigga (Like what?) like I run on batteries
40 cal hit yo mf stomach and get your ass swole I aint talking bout calories
I know why they mad at me, because i'm blessed with this shit just like allergies
And your bitch steady grabbing me
She be like damn JayT you be stackin' cheese (On gang nigga)

(Uh, gang)
Staking that cheese
Run up on me
(Yeah) (Yeah) (Aye) (Yeah)
Big Y's I throw up OG second nigga
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Writer: Jared Thomas
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