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DBYoungjay - Told Gang (feat. RoadRunna448) Lyrics



DBYoungjay - Told Gang (feat. RoadRunna448) Lyrics




Ayy, I told gang it's hot outside, we can't get caught in the mix
Eight hundred bowls in the spot, can't even post no f*ckin' flick
Ayy, I told gang to watch these hoes, hoes get mad and go and snitch
Ayy, I just sold like three hundred bowls, might put dub up on my wrist

Ayy, might put a ten up in my mouth Ayy, I told gang to watch that nigga, I might
Pull up, switch your house Ayy, I might pull up, sweep your block
Ayy, I can tell these niggas be hoes, talkin' bout 4-4-8, shit hot
Ayy, I can tell these niggas be pussy, they gon' run, go talk to cop

Ayy, they gon' run, go talk to 12 Ayy, told my YM's just to chill, but them
Boys gon' hop out chop Ayy, you ain't havin' f*ckin' motion, you
Can't even be my opp Ayy, I'll pay a f*ckin' ten, send a bitch
To get your drop Ayy, we the ones that really spin

Ayy, we the ones that hit your mans Ayy, bitch, ass nigga got hit with that chop
, I knew he was hit, bitch, I heard the ah, ain't opening up cases
187, we known for the facing Hop out broad day, and I swear ima face em
I told gang chill, you gotta be patient Ayy, hundred bowls in, I trap out the basement
This shit gettin' hot, the feds on cock
Shoutout' dem, boys, got the city on lock aye 4-4-8, he was dissin' on me, and
Got hit in his face aye glock in' my Lap, walk down with the drac
Ight Ight, they told me to chill, but F*ck it' I'm back, in that mode

They talking' bout robbin', I stay With a pole tender dick-ass nigga, He mad bout a hoe
Ayy, hundred bowls in, they think, We doing fraud
Aye dissin' on who, we gon' send him to God
Aye bussing at Jay buss back with That iron feel like dion, I'm stuck In my prime ima slide bout my Brother ain't going out like durk and von

23 in my heat, bitch, I'm shootin' Like
Bron , Ight Ight
Ayy, feds on my page, can't even Drop Pics Ayy, cpd hatin', they stay On' my dick
Ayy, 30 on me, I ain't goin' for shit Ayy, thousand a shirt, bitch, I walk Like a lick

Aye, real trap, nigga, I move like a brick
Ayy, walk through the mall and This hoe want a flick
Ayy, opp nigga mad, I'm f*ckin' his Bitch I don't even f*ck her ', she Sucking' my dick
Ayy, I see red, I want these F*ckniggas dead, on God, on sight

And dopeboy my brother , I hop in That V, if he wrong, or he right
Police on dick, I'ma wait a few Nights Aye jayvo on bond, still Thugging' with Pipe
Aye playing with us, not , care About your life And Qwan my Brother, this shit on sight
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Ayy, I told gang it's hot outside, we can't get caught in the mix
Eight hundred bowls in the spot, can't even post no f*ckin' flick
Ayy, I told gang to watch these hoes, hoes get mad and go and snitch
Ayy, I just sold like three hundred bowls, might put dub up on my wrist

Ayy, might put a ten up in my mouth Ayy, I told gang to watch that nigga, I might
Pull up, switch your house Ayy, I might pull up, sweep your block
Ayy, I can tell these niggas be hoes, talkin' bout 4-4-8, shit hot
Ayy, I can tell these niggas be pussy, they gon' run, go talk to cop

Ayy, they gon' run, go talk to 12 Ayy, told my YM's just to chill, but them
Boys gon' hop out chop Ayy, you ain't havin' f*ckin' motion, you
Can't even be my opp Ayy, I'll pay a f*ckin' ten, send a bitch
To get your drop Ayy, we the ones that really spin

Ayy, we the ones that hit your mans Ayy, bitch, ass nigga got hit with that chop
, I knew he was hit, bitch, I heard the ah, ain't opening up cases
187, we known for the facing Hop out broad day, and I swear ima face em
I told gang chill, you gotta be patient Ayy, hundred bowls in, I trap out the basement
This shit gettin' hot, the feds on cock
Shoutout' dem, boys, got the city on lock aye 4-4-8, he was dissin' on me, and
Got hit in his face aye glock in' my Lap, walk down with the drac
Ight Ight, they told me to chill, but F*ck it' I'm back, in that mode

They talking' bout robbin', I stay With a pole tender dick-ass nigga, He mad bout a hoe
Ayy, hundred bowls in, they think, We doing fraud
Aye dissin' on who, we gon' send him to God
Aye bussing at Jay buss back with That iron feel like dion, I'm stuck In my prime ima slide bout my Brother ain't going out like durk and von

23 in my heat, bitch, I'm shootin' Like
Bron , Ight Ight
Ayy, feds on my page, can't even Drop Pics Ayy, cpd hatin', they stay On' my dick
Ayy, 30 on me, I ain't goin' for shit Ayy, thousand a shirt, bitch, I walk Like a lick

Aye, real trap, nigga, I move like a brick
Ayy, walk through the mall and This hoe want a flick
Ayy, opp nigga mad, I'm f*ckin' his Bitch I don't even f*ck her ', she Sucking' my dick
Ayy, I see red, I want these F*ckniggas dead, on God, on sight

And dopeboy my brother , I hop in That V, if he wrong, or he right
Police on dick, I'ma wait a few Nights Aye jayvo on bond, still Thugging' with Pipe
Aye playing with us, not , care About your life And Qwan my Brother, this shit on sight
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Writer: Jalen Rudisill
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