Lil Hatii - Gang Walk Lyrics

Uh Gang, Uh Gang, Uh Gang, Gang, Gang
Uh Gang, Uh Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang
Uh yeah

Pull up with a mop i'm tryna clean a nigga block out
Like guitar hero bitch I pull up tryna rock out
Send 13 niggas right up in your house like it's a pop out
Try easing in my section imma have to whip the glock out
I double up the cup and pour a four and then I sip
I walk with a limp from this Tec on my hip
I'm the top dog nigga i'm a ape you a chimp

Ya'll niggas be fronting ya'll ain't getting money
Why is you laughing cause shit isn't funny
I'm way to cold my nose always runny
Bitches be lying I know you don't love me
I'm wiping his nose not writing no diss
Boy you a bitch you sit down when you piss
Imma put your bank account on my wrist
I'm balling when I shoot a shot I don't miss

I just ran up all my bands
I just ran up all my bands
I just ran up all my bands
Flex when I count the advance
F*ck yo bitch then hit my dance
Got a bad bitch in a trance
She like me cause I count bands
Balmain jeans and Louboutins
We slide by with window tint
Catch a opp out with his friends
Clear the block out when we spin
If I don't get them all we spin again
Stomp him in if he talk reckless
Took his chain and left him neckless
And I f*cked his bitch that's off my check list
She not topping imma next it
I'm with the gang so you better mind your Q's and P's
I hopped up in the push to start and ain't even use no keys
The difference between me and you is that this not a lease
Said i'm a dog well if I am then bitch i'm off the leash
My uzi decked out with a hundred round and lemon squeeze
I know your mama told you look both ways when crossing me
I wish for pain, despair, and death for all my enemies
My niggas riding if u sliding they gone intervene
Ya'll niggas broke you spent your check on pods ya'll niggas feens
One thing my daddy told me get that bag by any means
I go to sleep thinking bout' money wake up chase my dreams
You must be silly if you think that I don't tote that beam
And that bitch a joke if she really thought she'd get a ring, Uh
Stupid

Yuh uh, Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang
Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang
Uh Gang, Uh Gang, Gang, Blatt

Wait hold up

Uh
My shooter came through with a chopper and stick
If she really your bitch then why she on my dick
Up on his block and i'm gripping the blick
Imma blow out his stomach and leave his ass sick
Your bitch a fan yeah she asked for a pic
But I got her back at the crib sucking dick
Got to many rods don't know which to pick
My gang and I ride through your city with sticks, Oh yeah