Gangland

(Yah, yah, yah)

Runnin' from the boys in blue, all I hear is nee-nor, nee-nor
Runnin' from the motherfuckin' boys in blue, all I hear is nee-nor, nee-nor
The boydem call my brother moving loose, going up and down like a see saw (skrr)
Ever since I got them icy jewels trust me I need more-need more (skrrr)

Guns go bang bang (boop, boop), lifestyle gangland (grr, grr)
Guns go bang bang (boop, boop), lifestyle gangland (grr, grr)
Guns go bang bang (yeah), lifestyle gangland (yeah)
Guns go bang bang (yeah), lifestyle gangland (yeah)

Alright, rap game it's a piece of cake
Young bull called shots like Theresa May
Said she saw a nigga pull up in the french gilet
Chucka chucka tell a broke girl ándale
When I'm in the five, Holly doing doughnuts in the whip
Ghetto fabulous, I got my zoobie in the pic
Young boy spent a pretty penny on the kicks
Big bro said he blew a monkey on the wrist

Don't you know bout guns and butter
Take a call and make Suge Knight come up
That your chick I had her last summer
Find a girl with bad bitch antenna

No ziggy all these niggas wanna be like me
Fuck bad B's, rocka fella G like me
Price increase, couldn't spend a night with me
Night with T, we fucking up a check with ease

Runnin' from the boys in blue, all I hear is nee-nor, nee-nor
Runnin' from the motherfuckin' boys in blue, all I hear is nee-nor, nee-nor
The boydem call my brother moving loose, going up and down like a see saw (skrr)
Ever since I got them icy jewels trust me I need more-need more (skrrr)

Guns go bang bang (boop, boop), lifestyle gangland (grr, grr)
Guns go bang bang (boop, boop), lifestyle gangland (grr, grr)
Guns go bang bang (yeah), lifestyle gangland (yeah)
Guns go bang bang (yeah), lifestyle gangland (yeah)

I've been high, and I've been low
I'm in the booth making moves while my niggas move kilos
Doesn't matter what you see bro
We get slippery 'round here send something through your keyhole
She used to never wanna meet though
Now she fight for some points like I just took a free throw
And we junes all pre-roll
Would you hit the ting one time and she wanna give me, yeah

I ain't really got the time, what's the pattern?
You won't really catch me raving 'cause I'm stacking
We do the most, we're doing lows
They say they do the rolls though, nah, ain't nothin-nothin'
I can't lie, I got mad ting for the ubba
My brothers them set trends, no, we don't follow
Got a barny from west London and she swallow
My brothers them live life, you ain't promise tomorrow

Lifestyle gangland-gangland
And now my ex wanna know like I'm Santan
No games 'round here, this ain't hangman
You're just a sad man who's never been a bad man
You're talkin' all of this smoke little mad man
Heard you don't get no girl, a proper sad man
Next thing snapping my phone tryna add man
Brown and boujee like that too bad man

Runnin' from the boys in blue, all I hear is nee-nor, nee-nor
Runnin' from the motherfuckin' boys in blue, all I hear is nee-nor, nee-nor
The boydem call my brother moving loose, going up and down like a see saw (skrr)
Ever since I got them icy jewels trust me I need more-need more (skrrr)

Guns go bang bang (boop, boop), lifestyle gangland (grr, grr)
Guns go bang bang (boop, boop), lifestyle gangland (grr, grr)
Guns go bang bang (yeah), lifestyle gangland (yeah)
Guns go bang bang (yeah), lifestyle gangland (yeah)



Credits
Writer(s): Thomas Broderick, Remmi Maxwell, Titus Jombla, Theodore Jombla, Adedoyin Olaide Julius-adewuyi, Ra'chard Shakur Tucker, Anthony Bambgoye
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