Kyrie & Luka ft. 26ar Lyrics

Gang Gang Gang

(Ryan, what took you so long?)

Boom Boom Boom!

(Pradadidit)

(Thankutimmyboy)

Gang Gang Gang

(Rackz Rackz Rackz)

If we know where they at then I'm houndin

From the trap I've been flippin' and countin

Talk on bro then we runnin' in houses, I keep a G, gotta watch my surroundings

I chase a bag and not sit around slouches, I keep a G-23 in my trousers

Different drip and I cannot pronounce it, me and bro slide tryna catch 'em out loungin

Switch on me it's one in the head, but TP I ain't tryna go fed

Say they spinnin' they bustin' my head, they must not know we do that on the reg

And it's niggas alive we could grease, so we don't gotta mention the dead

They get busy for once and they hype like, like we wasn't already ahead

And you know they be fast on they feet, Little O tryna knock off his head

Linkin' up tryna help him with beef like, how could you sleep you ain't spin for the dead

Chasin' him down I'm not lettin' him breathe like, me and bro tryna fill 'em with led

Up and it's stuck I'm not makin' no peace like, rather bend through the opps shit instead

Niggas I don't know tryna call me a opp

I'm not a drill rapper them niggas popped

Got a backup plan if I get dropped, you got a debit then meet at the box

K.D. I'll stomp on a nigga in socks, put holes in a nigga like Crocs

I get back in two days tops, get the drizz I'm connectin' the dots

I'm connectin' the dots, P.A be close he be makin' it hot I'm not horsin' around we not playin' with props

I see you reachin' I'm sendin' a shot, ask what I did for this shit did a lot

I'm tryna click on that boy 'til he drop, he got hit in his chest leave his body in shock

I catch a bin and you know Ima grease, kick any bank and it's droppin' on spot

Bro in the field tryna throw niggas spirals, told bro face shot we gotta go viral

Don't gotta question if boy ain't make it, 'cause it's a very slim chance of survival

Every time I step on court it's the finals, got a G-19 with a switch on the back

With this they don't got a chance, I'm throwin' bullets upon my arrival

Ask bro on a drill if he ready, Brodie chill I do this all the time

Got 22 shots in this clip, and we flockin' whoever we find

I'm keeted bro I think we missed, fuck it then we just gotta rewind

But I only got a few shots left, fuck it then we just gotta combine