GANGLY Lyrics

(Hold up)

Started from the bottom, now we up

For the overpriced designer she turn slut (slutty)

All the shit I did, it still won't enough

Said she want my kid, cause she feel me in her guts

Another nigga pay her bills, but with me she know wassup

My niggas stuck up in that field, till niggas run outta luck

Just lost my family, I cannot accept the reality

R.I.P. PnB, that shit was a tragedy

Hit her off them perkys, now she fast asleep

My old bitch stay harassing me

Hope the niggas with me blast for me, hate I gotta wait and see

He diss the gang that's blasphemy, we was playing hide and seek

Now we hop out with that heat, tag him watch a nigga freeze

I was used to Mickey D's, now I'm using Bentley keys

All these hoes so friendly now, she quick to come up out them jeans

I quit her sent her to the streets, I spent five digits on Cuban links

I ain't talkin Rubik's cube, they gon spin ya block and then repeat

He caught his opp, then sent him 10

Was a starter, now he on the bench

Won't see his daughter til she 36

Need holy water, he tryna wash his sins

Seen his man raise his hand he knew he finished

Told the judge hold up when he read the sentence

Prosecutor labeled him a menace

Looked at his momma, he couldn't hold it in

He looked around, he ain't see none his friends

He gotta sit down, he got 30 in

Did it for his brother, he a do it again

(The trenches, for the gang)

For the trenches, for the gang

For the trenches, for the gang (gang gang)

For the trenches, for the gang (gang gang)

For the trenches, for the gang (gang gang)

Did it for the trenches and he did it for his gang

Did it for the trenches and he did it for his gang

For the trenches (for the gang)

He said he did it for the trenches (the Staccs)

He said he did it for the trenches and he did it for his gang

Did it for his gang (and he did it for the trenches)

Do it for them niggas who ain't have a pot to piss in

Seven-six-two's, five-seven's, five-five-six's

Nigga turned on his mans, do his ass like Bishop

These niggas do it for the gram, they be crashing out on insta

Sipping on that drink, I crashed I wrecked the fender

Niggas be pretenders, I don't wanna be near em

She bad but like to scheme, I gave her to my niggas

I be clutching on my trigger, it look suspicious ima send em

My nigga snake me, felt the venom

Pain and codeine in my system

They said I was hard headed and I ain't listen but now I'm richer

Bust a Richard (Mille)

My nigga a hit that switch, like he a electrician

Shawty bad as hell, but she ain't got no mental

She was like GloRilla, then I payed for her dental

She like drug dealers, cause this shit never ending

Don't fuck with broke niggas, cause they be penny pinchin

Shawty like that ima go getta, but she hate when I go missin