FON Check - Gang In Here (feat. YFH Thugga)

Give me a gram go higgaty ham
Busting yosemite sam
Keep going flow never could jam
Fuck you thinking I am
Give me a light t h c
Bitch mix it wit sprite whipping it right
Used to be whipping the white
Now I'm gripping the mic
Flatline
Spit that a 1 niggas these crack wrymes
Take you back wrymes eating your lyrics that's snack time
Play money
Moment of silence for yall niggas ima pray for him
Then ask that nigga how like sway homie go ye on em
Off ree roo 4th since pre school niggas better b bool
Cause we fools and most yall niggas see through
FaceTime
Told me to quit Playing niggas ima chase mine
Now it's big face time and I'm Balling on niggas baseline
It's on the wasteline
50 cent that nigga I'll let him taste 9
Then ima chase mine can't breath and he can't see me
Left him outer space blind
And ima straight grind
These niggas back door hating heard it through the grapevine
They hate lying
And i.a run it up on these niggas night time to daytime nigga
Gang in here brought that Thang in here
Bust your brain In here
Spittin flame In Here indeed it ain't no lames in here
It's gang in here get to playing in here
And you'll get slain in here
High as plaines in here
No games we got the banger near
Gang in here
Gang in here
Gang in here
Gang in here
Gang in here
Gang in here
Gang in here
Gang in here
Gang in here
Gang in here
Gang in here
Still busting reload hot since we cold
Think he bold I slo mo shoot shit up
That's a b role
Bet he fold lift up he soul whole shit be swoll
Nigga we told yo bitch ass about wolfin yall ain't d bo
They got the same sound
Dancing all on the beat nigga I'm James brown
I flame sounds these niggas ain't burnt shit up
He a lame clown like that wit it
Spit that crack wit it this beat Zack did it
I attack kill it cook this shit up old-school black skillet
Three course
Spit till I be horse tellem about me 4th
Married to this game
I'll never divorce
Chip stacking Pringle at the casino
They'll never match my lingo
Money stack no jingle
Single after single
They know
Fuck around with my payroll catch a Halo
Tellem lay low games don't play no
Lil homie spray yo bitch ass
Tellem hit dash givem whiplash
They Spit fast
Hollow tips drop yo bitch ass
Gang Gang hit the gas nigga
Gang in here brought that Thang in here
Bust your brain In here
Spittin flame In Here indeed it ain't no lames in here
It's gang in here get to playing in here
And you'll get slain in here
High as plaines in here
No games we got the banger near
Gang in here
Gang in here
Gang in here
Gang in here
Gang in here
Gang in here
Gang in here
Gang in here
Gang in here
Gang in here
Gang in here
They know my thugga Gang
Nothing like that other Gang
They can fuck wit us if they want
We let them burners bang
This shit is not a game
Choppa Spit another a flame
But they don't get the picture till they blood leaking out the frame
My flag blue just like a fit at a dogers game
Yo girl suck and fuck me good I cannot complain
This gas got me higher that helicopter plaines
And ima Stand on all ten with or without the Gang
Please don't compare me to these niggas we are not the same
You still hating you should be feeling lots a shame
I got some homies that pop pills and snort lots a Caine
And they just want pop and bang
On niggas that's not the gang
My niggas young fly hooligans
You know it's fon
I stay surrounded by some niggas that be down to spend a bin
And I ain't fucking wit no snitches give a fuck if you my Ken
And it's fuck the opposition it's gone be that till the end
Gang in here brought that Thang in here
Bust your brain In here
Spittin flame In Here indeed it ain't no lames in here
It's gang in here get to playing in here
And you'll get slain in here
High as plaines in here
No games we got the banger near
Gang in here
Gang in here
Gang in here
Gang in here
Gang in here
Gang in here
Gang in here
Gang in here
Gang in here
Gang in here
Gang in here

Written by:
Dante Simms, YFH Thugga

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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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