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letra de ganged up - fbg young & fbg dutchie

[intro: fbg dutchie]
ganged up, i can’t change up
trapped up and i’m sacked up, yuh
mm, mm, mm, huh, huh, huh
ganged up, can’t change, gang, gang
ayy, tooka gang
and tutu gang, b-tch, brick gang sh-t
b-tch, you ain’t gang, gang, gang, gang

[chorus: fbg dutchie & fbg young]
i’m ganged up, can’t change up (gang, gang)
i’m ganged up, can’t change up (gang, gang, gang, gang)
i’m ganged up, can’t change up (gang-gang, gang)
you f-ck around and get flamed up, glah
there ain’t no runnin’ from these shots, nah
did him dirty with the mop, glah
is you a opp or not, huh? (huh?)
’cause either or, you gettin’ dropped, glah
[verse 1: fbg young]
what? you ain’t gotta be no opp, b-tch (who is you?)
bico with me, he on hot sh-t (he on dummy)
they tryna clout up off the clout quick (goofy)
all that “gang sh-t” our sh-t (gang, gang)
and we ain’t shootin’ out no cars (cars)
we sent your brothers to the stars (ah)
shoot from two ways, so you can’t dodge (do-do-do, do-do-do)
if you ain’t l’s up, you ain’t one of ours (one of ours, b-tch)
we ain’t talkin’ ’bout no murders, they might put ’em on us (no, nothin’)
is it two gangs? ’cause these n-ggas tryna clone us (gang, gang, gang)
these n-ggas lil’ lame, run from tooka gang
and i ain’t changin’ gangs, b-tch, i’m makin’ gangs (yeah)
i’m ganged up, can’t change up (can’t change up)
i’ma blow this b-tch until it jam up (do, do, do)
better use your head or it’s bad luck (huh)
’cause foe ‘nem trained to shoot from your neck up, argh

[chorus: fbg dutchie]
i’m ganged up, can’t change up (gang, gang)
i’m ganged up, can’t change up (gang, gang, gang, gang)
i’m ganged up, can’t change up (gang-gang, gang)
you f-ck around and get flamed up, glah
there ain’t no runnin’ from these shots, nah
did him dirty with the mop, glah (doom, doom, doom)
is you a opp or not, huh? (doom-doom, doom-doom)
’cause either or, you gettin’ dropped, glah
[verse 2: fbg dutchie]
been gang-gang since the first day (first day)
been on the trey since my birthday (since my birthday)
let your mans drink the clip since he thirsty (grah, bah-bah)
tell your mans it’s his he-rs- day, yeah, the shirt way (shirt way, n-gga)
st. lawrence and eberhart (the s, the e)
them boys sendin’ boys to god (up to god)
bakin’ sh-t, they poppin’ sh-t like [?] (glah, bah)
them blue tips [?] through sh-t, they like, “argh!” (glah)
cash back, laugh, laugh, funny money n-ggas
your dead-ass, your ass dead for that money, n-gga (f-ckin’ bag)
time and money, n-ggas never on time
they be tweakin’, i’ma leave ’em like they wasn’t on time (gang, gang)
lil’ b-tch, i’m gang-gang ’til my deathday (gang, gang)
headshots for dead opps, yeah, that way (that way, n-gga)
and i ain’t never change up
probably whip the range up like we in the range, uh

- fbg young fbg dutchie

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