- Future Gangland 歌詞
- Future
- [Intro:]
Future Hendrix Yeah It aint a secret Straight up [Verse:] Im the one who got the presi flooded You wear more chanel than anybody? You the type to get ya man indicted Im the type to pull up in a Spider Im the type to drive a hummer Put a hunna round clip in a dirty riffle Its dirty when it got a homi on it Fuck that nigga put a bounty on em Im the one that put that dirty in the cup Had you sippin noddin off nigga You was gettin fronted runnin off nigga I made myself to a boss nigga Put a hundred carats in a cross nigga Put a 200 thousand on a cross nigga Could never sleep cause it a cost niggas They can never see my palms sweaty You a never seen the hunger in me Im sick and tired of being humbled nigga This money put a lot of demons in me Went and tatted all these angels on me Fuck that nigga put a tracker on em Then we throw a Pat Riley on em These commas coming in These haters coming in The karma coming back from when I was gettin it in My baby mama tryna sue again Bought my littles wins Christian Louboutins Get my nigga Conversary in the pen Got the federallies on a nigga chin Fuck the Benz, imma whip the Spur Fuck my Spur & bought my bitch a Ghost Im full of syrup and Im seeing ghost Im pushing Heroin right through NO [Pre-Hook:] Got that boy boy like New Orleans ya hear me? Runnin that pack through Chi Town, Memphis, All up through B More & DC [Hook:] Lil Mexico turf a gang land Maybe Kane like Im Soloman Does anybody kill a nigga? Do you have the heart to kill a nigga? 100 thousand for a lawyer, gotta be a Johnnie Cochran. Take the dope off the border, from the water, put it in the water [Verse 2:] Know some Mexicanos down in Georgia (my migos) We on every channel when we pop it Hit em in the head and start braggin bout it They on 7th street They gotta bunch of bodies Gotta bunch of chains My neck is very crowded When I flood the street They have a powder shower Know the recipe, you need to learn about it Finnesin niggas, gotta learn about it I could cook it in the microwave I got ya baby momma with the shits Got ya son sittin on a brick My teacher said I wouldnt be shit She even know what I represent Free Band Gang President Money up, everything nigga Everything else irrelevant [Hook]
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