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letra de otg (only the gang) - saucepack fooly

[pre chorus]
i’m in my bag today
and that’s why they mad at may (me)
i met her one day this week
i’m hittin’ her sat-rday
i brought out them racks
i get to it get the fastest way
and no you can’t hang
you know you too lame
it’s only the squad it’s only the ugh

[chorus]
gang gang gang gang gang
gang gang gang gang gang
gang gang gang gang gang look

[verse 1]
i’m in my bag today aye
that’s why they mad at me
i made it it look like it wasn’t a way
you not talking money can’t hear what you say (aye)
if you take my b-tch that’s a plot
cuz she be on point when you not
catch you lacking then give us the call
aye
and then we gone run in yo’ spot like give it up like where’s the guap
yen’ really bout that sh-t aye
boy you needa’ stop that sh-t
you up it don’t pop dat sh-t
you don’t really got chips
i show her some cheese
she gone that’s not yo’ b-tch
don’t be blowin her phone interrupting the top
she might gotta block yo sh-t
i pull up and flex i’m yo hood
drip like this you wish you could
he don’t check the pack before he give me all
the money
he hit
i skirt
i jugged
no 9 to 5 my p-ss dirty
clips long look like 6:30
you know you can’t hang
you know you too lame
it’s only the squad it’s only the ugh

[chorus]
gang gang gang gang gang
gang gang gang gang gang
gang gang gang gang gang look

[verse 2]
see we on that gang sh-t
soo f-ck who you came wit’
caught’em chillin’ wit’ ops
that sh-t get you popped just cuz who you hang wit
poppin my sh-t now my name lit
cooking up b-tch i’m doing numbers
an she want me all to herself cuz she heard i be laying the pipe like a plumber
beat it up like a drummer then i past her to gang and they do the same
she taking “d” after “d” and you taking “l” after “l” cuz n-gga you lame
i don’t shoot my shot i be tryna’ lay up
don’t talk me to death baby show me w-ssup
if you get a cup
then poor me one up
and i keep the gas and ima’ roll up
if you got some friends then i got some friends
now just make it clap ain’t talking wit hands
she shakin that -ss like she want her some bands
she shakin that -ss like she want her some bands
she started up high and went low
i gave her that look she ready ta go
she know ima vet she hand me the keys and said get in and drive the boat ugh
you got you say you got cash haaa’
we some mo’
my b-tch go both ways
she a take yo hoe
who the f-ck let you in the party n-gga
n-gga you gotta go
he moving too slow my shootas start aiming ya better get low gang gang

[chorus]
gang gang gang gang gang
gang gang gang gang gang
gang gang gang gang gang look

- saucepack fooly

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