Gangland

I ain’t the one tripping up minivans
Find a nigga location spin it like ceiling fans
Red beam like a polka dot infrareds on his head
Make it look like the chickenpox
Only way that this shit gone stop is if I end up dead or his mother gone get
the box
See my mother been dead nigga only thing that i hate is a Rat and a scared nigga
Done time out the Feds nigga walk around with that one piece strapped to my leg
nigga
Been on many missions late night with my men we was clicking forreal
Ain’t no slide in niggas neighborhood with all them damn shots ain’t nobody get
killed
Niggas die bout this beef shit all flock masked up on that creep shit
All the time niggas dying bout that beef bitch
If you you get smoked for a sneak diss that’s fucked up
He say let me out though shid cause I ain’t leaving no witness
Ain’t nobody outside shid bruh we bout to find us a nigga
There they goin the hallway hop out clicking at they ass in broad day
Put the clip to his head that’s a balled fade
I walk down hit that ass all face that’s fucked up
The confessions of a gangster I ain’t confessing to nothing
I’m catching amnesia every time
A nigga get into something never saying my name on a statement young nigga
stand tall
Niggas that I’m under out the fed we was checking paper work it better be
correct
Niggas bringing thunder slam
That knife in his head back and neck CO calling codes
See him going under he slipping he falling he off panicking stiff as manikin
He can see the tunnel hand gripping his neck blood racing through his fingers
Trnna keep from going under damn
Gang gang keep from going under
Gang gang tryna keep from going under
Hankroll perri motherfucker
Niggas be talking bout sliding gang land
Ready for war shit get to kicking off and them bullets
Stop jumping from different directions shit hitting doors
Park cars that ain’t even shit
When I let this shit off I’m applying the pressure
Fuck busting a pipe imma knock it out the wall
I’m going for it all
Me and you beef and you know you ain’t safe when I’m gripping the heat
Pull up to the club when you pass the stop sign I get out at the end of the
street
I got a wig on I’m dressed up like a lady I got a stroller with no baby I hit
wit that laser
Ain’t no calling out to god I ain’t giving you time for no prayer
Number 1 rule never use the same methods I dress up in different disguise
One week the mailman next week I’m jehova I knock at the door with the Bible
I’m on the curb laying in a homeless blanket
It’s 5 am and you been drinking
Think I’m bum till I lift up and let the Mack off and I blow everything you
been thinking
Might be the man at your store at your favorite store you like taking your
daughter on Sunday
Or I’m that nigga in the bushes at your son school when you dropping him off on
a Monday
See these niggas in my city they fucked up these days
And they don’t respect nothing but gunplay
So I’ma come through in the back of the pickup and we hit that ass up shot on a
one way
Niggas be talking bout sliding gang land
Ready for war shit get to kicking off
And them bullets stop jumping from different directions shit hitting doors
Park cars that ain’t even shit
When I let this shit off I’m applying the pressure
Fuck busting a pipe imma knock it out the wall I’m going for it all