GANG WARS ft. Jefe Lyrics

Haaaaa haaaa

Jefe jefe jefe

Yea Damn

Ayo' Gunz what up

(What up aye damn, what up jefe)

Ayeee, Ayeee

Haaaa, haaaa

Bitch what hood you from?

Who you rollin' wit'? (uh)

Oh you be up north?

Yea we know you lit

Oh you from out west?

Heard yall' hold yall' shit

Damn you be out Kenzo?

You just tryn' get rich

That's a Northeast nigga

Bet he keep a stick

So what hood you from?

Baby rep ya' shit

SP to Uptown, baby keep it lit

Yea it's Gang Wars

Yea it's Gang Wars

Yea bitch it's Gang Wars

That's that opp right there, oh yeah bitch yeah let's hawk em' down

And bet I turn his scary ass right to a fuckin' clown

And call up big flash Gunz like badass, bodybags and trashbags

Exotic smoke, yeah bitch that's that fuckin' gas pack

Unsolved murders screamin' redrum that's a bloody murder (Turn him into Feet' uh)

That's a bloody murder, (Turn him into Feet' uh)

All them unsolved bodies that's a bloody murder(Put em' in a Wood')

(AR-15ssssss)

Damn, it's Tom damn look

He say he a shootaaaa', I know he not

Look up in my pocket bitch, pull out a knot aye

He say he want smoke oh? pull on my block aye

That boy got a deuce deuce and we got 30 shots aye damn

Where they at? bitch we looking for the opps

Them boys totin' high points, and bitch we got them glocks aye damn

Where them drugs at? you can come and shop

I pull that IP lil bitch and now we got the drop aye damn

Bitch I be from Kenzo

Everywhere I go, mobbing wit' my kinfolk

Gotta' keep it on me, can't be a dead homie

Cook a nigga, turn a nigga to some fried bologna

Jumped up off that porch, I was out there by my lonely

Mommy kick me out, cause I was selling fuckin' stonies

And I ain't never had no option, so I kept it on me

Cause them niggas in the field always acting phony

Always acting phony uh

Damn

What do you really wan' get into?, damn these bullets a' enter you

Call up my shoota he finish you, damn send bombs like missiles do

I peep the fake out peripheral

Damn oh you wanna get wit' the gang, then bitch then come get a interview,

Damn hide the work in a tennis shoe

Damn hide the work in the attic, callin' me out?, oh whatchu' want static?

Whatchu' wan' get tragic?

Niggas go POOF, he thought it was magic

Bitch this fire is rapid,

Niggas ran up and didn't even clap it, gotta stay wit' a ratchet

Just stay in ya lane you not in my bracket uh damn

Put him in a Wood' a bourbon, we pullin' up in tinted suburban

These niggas be snitchin' on purpose, all in they raps they making me nervous

We just left P.I.C wit' pokasss', violate the strip get turned to a joker

I'm throwin' shots take dese' bang on his ass like Bron, bro KD

Dare one of these hoes try play me, I'm in the field you know I got safety

We up on the opps' lurking, post on the corners you know what we servin'

I'm on the block we holdin',

Bitch I'm off a pill I'm rollin'

Pour up me a 4, lean potion (30!)

I took me a shot free throw it (30!)

Damn

Just stay in ya' lane, for' you get stained

Run up on me, imma' bang

Glock on me, I don't gotta' see bitch I don't need no aim

Get popped like a E', you thinking it's sweet this glock a' be spitting some flame

Damn yea damn

This glock a' be spitting some flame

Yea' yea'

Yea' damn

Its Tom damn

Damn

(Jefe jefe jefe)

And I'm still posted on the 9 lil bitch

Pullup I got time too, and I be posted on the Ave' lil bitch Allegheny Ave' lil bitch!)

Put one to his brain, black coffin

Put one in his head, damn dolphin

They say I'm to cold, Steve Austin

Got two pretty hoes, out Boston

My diamonds water, neck flossin'

My diamonds water, neck flossin'

Got two pretty hoes, out Boston

Two pretty hoes, they out Boston, (And they doin lip-locks dickhead!)

Damn damn

You not even like that wait

Bitch I be right back

Damn you run up we light that

Bitch, I didn't even write that

He hop on computers and type that

We pull out the strap, he wanted some dap

Now that lil nigga tryn' fight back (Can't fight back damn)

Gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang

Gang

Gang