Gangland - Future

Gangland - Future
Lyrics by：Nayvadius Wilburn/Kenneth Smith/Bobby Turner/Samuel Gloade
Composed by：Nayvadius Wilburn/Kenneth Smith/Bobby Turner/Samuel Gloade
Future Hendrix
Yeah
It ain't a secret
Straight up
I'm the one who got the presi' flooded
You wear more Chanel than anybody
You the type to get ya man indicted
I'm the type to pull up in a Spider
I'm the type to drive a Hummer
Put a hundred round clip inside a dirty rifle
It's dirty when it got a homi' on it homi' on
F**k that n***a put a bounty on 'em
I'm the one that put that dirty in the cup
Had you sippin' noddin' off n***a
You was gettin' fronted runnin' off n***a
I made myself to a boss n***a
Put a hundred carats in a 'cross n***a
Put up two hundred thousand on a 'cross n***a
Could never sleep 'cause it'll cost n***as cost n***as
They can never see my palms sweaty palms sweaty
You never seen the hunger in me
I'm so sick and tired of being humbled n***a humbled n***a
This money put a lot of demons in me demons in me
Went and tatted all these angels on me angels on me
F**k that n***a put a tracker on 'em on 'em
Then we throw a pep rally on 'em 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 little twins Christian Lou'boutins
Get my n***a commissary in the pen
Got the Federales on a n***a chin
F**k the Benz I'ma whip the Spur
But f**k my Spur I bought my b***h a Ghost
I'm full of syrup and I'm seeing ghosts
I'm pushing heroin right through no no
You know we got that boy-boy like
New Orleans ya hear me Runnin that pack through
Chi-Town M'emphis all up through B more DC
Right now sound how
Lil' Mexico turf a gang land
I'm ABK like I'm Zonaman
That's Any Body Killa n***a
Do you have the heart to kill a n***a
Hundred thousand for a lawyer lawyer gotta be a Johnnie Cochran Cochran
Take the d**e off the border from the water
Put it in the water
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 a'bout it
Finessin' n***as gotta learn a'bout it learn a'bout it
I could cook it in the microwave microwave
I got ya baby momma with the s**ts the s**ts
I got your son sitting on a brick
My teacher said I wouldn't be s**t
She even know what I represent
Free Band Gang President
Money over everything n***a
Everything else irrelevant
Everything else irrelevant
Everything else irrelevant
Everything else irrelevant
Everything else irrelevant
Everything else irrelevant
Everything else irrelevant
Everything else irrelevant
Everything else irrelevant
Lil' Mexico turf a gang land
I'm ABK like I'm Zonaman
That's Any Body Killa n***a
Do you have the heart to kill a n***a
Hundred thousand for a lawyer gotta be a Johnnie Cochran
Take the d**e off the border from the water
Put it in the water
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