GANG GANG GANG

[Verse 1: Jonny Polaar]
With Mr. Short KHOP
Another weenie with bread he a corndog
I'm a showoff yeah I'ma about to go off. Spit dat truth tear the roof and the floor off
I'm right behind 'em in the Porsche drop
Yo to ? the stream liquor
New always represent it to the inner
Free time even if it hurts
Depicts fiction in his verse
Have a seat bra I make that hater have a seizure
You can have a picture
[Verse 2: The Third Great]
Annanis corner we have a mister
I'm cruisin on the road of life but I need a passengеr
That was random but so what? Life is a war better load up
Now back on thе job I don't bother no one
I only pray when I need his help the most what?!
85 the 85 face the truth you're too dumb
I been in the whole wide world that's why I stay spending
Still we in the fast lane grind break next speed
The truth of God is triple pound cake heavy
[Verse 3: Kazy Flow]
Forgive the crowds O Lord they know not why they sweat me
Im Stuck In The Moment Of Memories Of Me And You..
While she in the zone I be up in that poon
When she walk in the room I can't help actin a fool
I lock myself in the bedroom bathroom nappin' at noon
I'm sorry I don't know a Bridget
Approach you and posed a minute
Got you open and it worked it and you won't admit it
I got 'em scared shook panickin'
See I got a little money and my life sped up
As I get 'em up and leave 'em stuck
They helped me get my cheese up love my K I Ds much
The truth is government has a war against drugs