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letra de gangway - j neat, supawassi & gd

[intro: j neat]
this that gangway, this that gangway, aye aye
this that gangway

[verse 1: j neat]
he don’t want no smoke i put that n-gga in a ashtray
we just give him twenty-three shots like lebron james
i be in the gangway you know how the gang stay
headshot close range do that boy the dirty way
i’ve been gettin’ dirty cake
she just give me nerdy brains
i was in the trap house movin’ packs like every day
need my rackies ándele
i don’t like my sh-t delayed
we just wipe him down, bap bap, send him to the grave

[verse 2: gd]
jane he perkin’ every day
me my n-ggas heavy weight
wipe a n-gga down like dishes see your dirty plate
couple chicken’s in the pot trap house look like chick-fil-a
open 24/7 come and get your sh-t today
free 47 and free my n-gga baby k
we was raised a different way
hit a f-ckin’ stash spot
headshots for n-ggas cheerin’ opps they some mascots
big g-30 team rocket ’cause it blast hot
[verse 3: supawassi]
my opps they pokin’ while i’m tryna catch ’em up
my neck wet niagara falls
bando play don’t drop the ball
[?] we run in the mall
take you out like a outcall
this glizzy a freak like asian doll
i’m trappin’ like young dolph
we turn your top right into [?]
free up a opp just like it’s golf
chase him down usain bolt
camp four-five it’s a colt
tell the plug send the load
crush you an iron fold
i give him twenty-four like jordan
turn your top right into portage

[verse 4: j neat]
aye, this that gangway, this that gangway, aye
this that gangway, this that gangway, aye
this that gangway, this that gangway, aye aye
this that gangway, aye
i turn him into a ghost, aye, i feel like tyreek, aye
i’ve been gettin’ hunnids get that sh-t from out the streets, aye
i don’t like to argue i just let me forty speak, aye
i be wit’ them steppers, baby, i be wit’ them demons
[verse 5: supawassi]
i don’t want that b-tch if she ain’t on fleek, aye
and you know i murder n-ggas just like the beat, aye
trap house servin’ fenty
pull up in a bentley
in the trap house wit’ a bad b-tch named mackenzie

[verse 6: gd]
we all got two glocks, guns we got plenty
drift in a stoley or a renty
bridge c-ck super wash shoot it ’til it’s empty
red tips in the gg to the top yeah they deadly
headshot turn a boy noodles to spaghetti
messy, tryna send a message
f-ck your block we bend it
now you pourin’ liquor readin’ psalms wit’ the reverend
crodie, crodie, crodie ain’t got friends or no bredrins

[verse 7: j neat]
i just hit ’em up, uh, that sh-t got fatal
i’m plugged in like the cable
i’ve been movin’ caine/cain ’cause i’m able/abel
i got more shooters than halo

[verse 8: supawassi]
we turn opps into gato
northside jane utm the label
i don’t talk n-gga if it ain’t pesos
n-gga i’m the sh-t like a a-hole
glock twenty-six it’s portable
don’t ask if i have it, it’s rhetorical
[verse 9: gd]
wass gang my n-gga wassi it’s historical
headshot if you survive it’s a miracle
gangsters i don’t even know how we lyrical
captain crunch i put him in a box like cereal
big glock make a n-gga fly like a vertical
take a n-gga top like convertible’s
don’t be delusional never catch me lackin’ ’cause i’m first to blow
if i got the tool know i’m surgical, p-ssy!

- j neat supawassi gd

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