Gangbang

[Hook: Tanboy Luka]
You say you get money, let that chain swang
You saying you a killer, let that thang bang
You saying you a gangsta, you don't gangbang
You don't gangbang, you don't gangbang
You saying you get money, let that chain swang
You saying you a killer, let that thang bang
You saying you a gangsta, you don't gangbang
You don't gangbang, you don't gangbang

[Verse 1: Kanary Black]
You saying you get money, you don't touch keys
You saying you a gangsta, you don't chill with G's
Same [?] for days
But my drawers clean, on the block looking for more fiends
Yeah I got a deal, but I still play the field
Caught a opposite the other day, ask him how his face feel
Dope still in between my fingernails
Still rappin', had these niggas sound like singers now
I'm from where niggas get killed for repping the rock
Stack got killed, he was repping the rock
Chinx got killed, he was repping the rock
Rep the same thing, why you think that I'm gripping the Glock?
They like, "The Spanish nigga gotta be our only hope"
Extra studio time came from cutting coke
You heard they poke me, well I got 'em back
It's official, if you got shot I shot it back

[Hook: Tanboy Luka]
You say you get money, let that chain swang
You saying you a killer, let that thang bang
You saying you a gangsta, you don't gangbang
You don't gangbang, you don't gangbang
You saying you get money, let that chain swang
You saying you a killer, let that thang bang
You saying you a gangsta, you don't gangbang
You don't gangbang, you don't gangbang

[Verse 2: Lil Eto]
You saying free your niggas, where the kites at?
Ain't set up a visit, don't even write back
To my niggas that's left, stay on the right track
I sit on my steps and break the icepack
You saying you eating, then share the food then
Don't say what you didn't do in the bullpen
You collecting sprinkles, then bring 'em back, cake
I got connects with wrinkles, singing sad things
I stuck to my guns
Was likely the guy fronting with a hundred in ones
But I learnt a lot of things from a junkie who boosted
Road trips, sat in the front seat and boost it

[Verse 3: Bodega Bamz]
Behind every closed door there's somebody that's trying to kick it
Behind every bitch there's somebody that's trying to hit it
Behind every team there's somebody that's trying to split it
I just give them what they feelin', God given, born gifted
Behind every hater there's somebody trying to listen
Behind every starter there's somebody trying to finish
Behind every problem there's somebody trying to fix it
I just say a prayer for my enemies, good Christian
Every summer, every winter, go hand to hand
They both cold, avalanche, either shoot the camera man
Following the ambulance, just to eat lights
Grim Reaper come collect souls, time to meet Christ
I say it's on sight, I mean I wanna see some eyes closed
Skip court, on the lamb, rapping like a gyro
Diesel Punch, break bones, better see a chiropractor
I'm not a rapper, gangsta