| Glory Gang |
| On Foenem Radio |
| Go 'til you can't fuckin' go no more, nigga |
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| Pull up your chair, it's time to eat, boy |
| Better keep that money, better hope it don't leave, boy |
| October Forgiatos, look like Halloween, boy |
| You can be the prince of Chiraq, I'm the king, boy |
| Kids love a nigga 'cause the joy a nigga bring, boy |
| Got my heart too, they know it ain't a thing, boy |
| Call baby, "Pookie," 'cause for Sosa, she a fiend, boy |
| I'll stop sippin' 'fore I sip some fuckin' green, boy |
| Lambo' take off, Redbull, I got wings, boy |
| Sosa hatin' on you, I ain't know that was a thing, boy |
| That's huh? Bitch |
| Foenem yellin', "Go" like the light turned green, boy (Ayy, go, go) |
| Yeah, them ass shots good, but I need you on your knees |
| Spray one of these stankin' ass niggas with Febreze |
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| She said, "I been" (Thinkin' 'bout you), ayy |
| (Yes, indeed) Oh, you did? |
| Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (Huh?) |
| Why, oh, why? |
| She said, "I been" (Thinkin' 'bout you), huh? |
| (Yes, indeed) Oh, you did? (Let's get it) |
| Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh (Sit gang, uh-uh-uh, on the gang) |
| Why, oh, why? |
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| This shit cost a arm and leg, cars and bread |
| Takin' big steps, bitch, I'm nine ahead |
| We been havin' sex, but not in the bed |
| Told me that it's red, so I got some head |
| I put on my weeks, went and got some bread |
| Why you got a stick if it's not in the head? |
| Nigga, in the club drunk, headlock a nigga head |
| Threw his ass on the table, threw his ass on his head |
| Nigga wake up in a hospital bed |
| Like, "This the last time I said what I shouldn't have said" |
| Bitch gon' wake up with knots on his head |
| Thought he was sick, it's balloons on his bed |
| I been lookin' for the Wockhardt, but I'll sip some red |
| All I need is a doctor, tell him I need my meds |
| And my XD brown, so I nicknamed him, "Ted" |
| Lost my shit when I caught him and my bitch in the bed |
| High as hell, left my stick in the bed |
| It's the last time I'm sippin' the red |
| One puff of Guido, hundred hits in the head |
| When my granny laid her ass in the bed |
| Gave her ass a hundred kisses in the head |
| Granny taught a nigga everything he said |
| Granny taught a nigga everything he say |
| Hit the family reunion Lamborghini way |
| Bitch, we come from playing ball in the craze |
| Man, I come from bologna on my plate |
| Might forget, but I mean everything I say |
| When Chief Sosa pull up, he flexing, pull up |
| Shittin' on them, pull ups |
| Hope the law don't pull up |
| Dashbox so I can have somewhere to put the 'Wood up |
| Fit crazy, like I'm doing lean ups and kush ups |
| Boy, you must have hit your fuckin' head and sniffed some good stuff |
| Never know the whip I'm in, my other shit be put up |
| I'll be thanking God 'cause I appreciate the little stuff |
| Ain't in the mud no more, but I'll still pick the mud up |
| Who would ever know, when I was seven, picking mud up? |
| When you loading shells in your gun, pick a glove up |
| Or pick a shirt up |
| Baby blue Forgiatos, bitch, I dressed 'em like a surgeon |
| (Baby blue Forgiatos, bitch, I dressed 'em like a surgeon) |
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| H-U-R-T, they hatin', I see |
| I got my fire on me, put it on a P |
| 1800-KING-KEEF if you want some beef |
| Man, Gucci coat with the pole underneath |
| Meet me on hundred street, turn it to a haunted street |
| I'm getting money, nigga, I don't even wanna beef |
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| We was at the corner, doing laundry |
| Bank account got stung by a bumblebee |
| And my car feel like Superman's under me |
| Two piece, smoked in one week, nigga, not three |
| I'll tell you what, stay your ass off our street |
| Nigga get flatlined in a damn heartbeat |
| My front yard look like a GTA car meet |
| I should buy a Demon, use it as an art piece |
| Bitch, I'm Gucci, double Gs in the car seat |
| Sold the same rock Jigga seen in Marcy |
| In the hood, Sosa had Lamborghini speed |
| It's only right I get a Lamb' for my enemies |
| It's only right I get a Porsche, jumped off the porch |
| Your heart drop when the SWAT knock on your door |
| That's some shit make you jump back on the porch |
| If you ain't cut, you gon' tell on all your boys |
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| Hey, hey |
| (If you ain't cut, you gon' tell on all your boys) |
| Your heart drop when the SWAT knock on your door, huh? (Ayy) |
| If you ain't cut, you gon' tell on all your boys (Go) |
| Doo-doo |
| Your heart drop when the- (Go) |
| She said |
| Ayy, she said |
| Ayy |
| She said |
| Ayy, ayy, she said |
| Ayy (Glory Gang), ayy |
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