Gander Up
I'm wit some goons n some Killa's
Y'all some monkeys we guerillas
Whole squad fulla villains
Cold heart wit no feelins
It's time tah GANDER UP
Iah get ah nigga stapled
That was easy
Dumb ass nigga
Shouldn't been playin wit
A beezy
N I'm in that big body
Vroom vroom
Nigga beep beep
This choppa
Make em hop out
His whip
Like he heard keke
Mike Jackson
Glove on my shooter hand
Ion He he
Oh you wanna gamble
Wit yo life
Nigga tedalee
One call ah have them niggas
Hoppin out of SUVs
Catch you lackin
While you in the field
Like you on special teams
Doin donuts in the lot
Shoutout ah Krissy kreme
Think we playin
But we not
We'll make you niggas bleed
Oh he wanna squabble you
He must be off that Hennessy
Or deaf, blind, and dumb
If he think I'm wastin energy
I ain't even know him but
I felt the animosity
Shots up out this 38
Ah have the doctors singin
Stay wit me
Bad bitch on my dick
I think she outta Portuguese
Either way I'm all up in her mouth
Just like some listerine
Hoppin out that foreign
With mo chains on the Mr. T
Get ah bag
Spend ah bag
I promise it's the same routine
Big checks like nike
I'd advise you not to intervene
Yo bitch in love wit me
That's why she leave my house
Wit ashy knees
I mean what i say
Ion know why you niggas
Poppin grease
Next nigga say somethin
He gon be missin teeth
The steel ah leave his spirit shaken
Just like ah tambourine
N imma vegetarian
I'm fuckin over any beat
I'm wit some goons n some Killa's
Y'all some monkeys we guerillas
Whole squad fulla villains
Cold heart wit no feelins
It's time tah GANDER UP
Gander us
Slander us
Bitch we got them hammers tucked
In the cut
40'd up
Quiet cuz we don't talk too much
Yup yup
That shotty blow em to particles
Touchin me not smart ah you
Cuz youno what gang ah do
Now why Tha fuck
Would i hang wit you
So you could throw me ah alley oop
That's what a back board for
I hopped out the side window
Fore you jumped off the porch
N most you niggas is dorks
Plus y'all comin up short
How fuck you do ah crime
N end up tellin in court
Niggas writin reports?
What the fuck did he snort
Ain't no tellin
I just know they got space at the morgue
Ahh
I was raised to not tattle
Every homie ain't yo homie
Some snakes don't have ah rattle
Hmm
N that's the realist shit i ever wrote
Antonio brown
Cuz i was ah steeler in dem liquor stores
Y'all some monkeys we guerillas
Whole squad fulla villains
Cold heart wit no feelins
It's time tah GANDER UP
Iah get ah nigga stapled
That was easy
Dumb ass nigga
Shouldn't been playin wit
A beezy
N I'm in that big body
Vroom vroom
Nigga beep beep
This choppa
Make em hop out
His whip
Like he heard keke
Mike Jackson
Glove on my shooter hand
Ion He he
Oh you wanna gamble
Wit yo life
Nigga tedalee
One call ah have them niggas
Hoppin out of SUVs
Catch you lackin
While you in the field
Like you on special teams
Doin donuts in the lot
Shoutout ah Krissy kreme
Think we playin
But we not
We'll make you niggas bleed
Oh he wanna squabble you
He must be off that Hennessy
Or deaf, blind, and dumb
If he think I'm wastin energy
I ain't even know him but
I felt the animosity
Shots up out this 38
Ah have the doctors singin
Stay wit me
Bad bitch on my dick
I think she outta Portuguese
Either way I'm all up in her mouth
Just like some listerine
Hoppin out that foreign
With mo chains on the Mr. T
Get ah bag
Spend ah bag
I promise it's the same routine
Big checks like nike
I'd advise you not to intervene
Yo bitch in love wit me
That's why she leave my house
Wit ashy knees
I mean what i say
Ion know why you niggas
Poppin grease
Next nigga say somethin
He gon be missin teeth
The steel ah leave his spirit shaken
Just like ah tambourine
N imma vegetarian
I'm fuckin over any beat
I'm wit some goons n some Killa's
Y'all some monkeys we guerillas
Whole squad fulla villains
Cold heart wit no feelins
It's time tah GANDER UP
Gander us
Slander us
Bitch we got them hammers tucked
In the cut
40'd up
Quiet cuz we don't talk too much
Yup yup
That shotty blow em to particles
Touchin me not smart ah you
Cuz youno what gang ah do
Now why Tha fuck
Would i hang wit you
So you could throw me ah alley oop
That's what a back board for
I hopped out the side window
Fore you jumped off the porch
N most you niggas is dorks
Plus y'all comin up short
How fuck you do ah crime
N end up tellin in court
Niggas writin reports?
What the fuck did he snort
Ain't no tellin
I just know they got space at the morgue
Ahh
I was raised to not tattle
Every homie ain't yo homie
Some snakes don't have ah rattle
Hmm
N that's the realist shit i ever wrote
Antonio brown
Cuz i was ah steeler in dem liquor stores
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Writer(s): Lenton Abram
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