Gangland (Explicit)

Gangland (Explicit) - 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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