G.A.N.G. !@#$% Tory Lanez

[Intro]
Pass the weed. Ay nigga, ay you seen that bitch Chloe upstairs, nigga? Bitch was damn near dancin' on my leg, nigga. Ay, ay kill that shit. Now who the fuck is that over there? That don't look like Gotti car? That is that nigga shit. These niggas tryna ride on us, nigga. Fuck that. Hey everybody take your positions, I gotta get my shit upstairs, man. Hey, T Ray, you comin' with me, man. Thes niggas ain't finna fuckin' ride on us

[Verse]
As I stand here in this fuckin' mirror
Pistol in my hand, it’s nothin' but bloody stairs
Cold glasses, watchin' up in the stairs
They watchin' from a corner, cops hop the blocks on her
I tried to make paper, was makin' the block warmer
Aroma of gettin' cake and chasin' cash, tag laser like
I got a stripper that’s workin' for good dollars
I predict myself later in life for some good father
Conflicts of a nigga, so I feel it
Shit I ever wrote, I bet this probably be the realest
And this population full of highly poppin' armadillos
It’s only gettin' realer but these niggas never book 'em
Back in my days, we sold drugs and never took 'em
But look what it’s comin' into
I’m livin' in a war and got pussy up on my mental
Niggas murdered my cousin in front of my grandmother, you the one that had vent to
When rappers got the nerve to make you kill, it’s uneventful
Fuckin' murderer, rappers find you and murder you
That could change me to the same word that I heard you were
But I don’t care about the cycle though
I’m 'bout to lift 'em in the air like you’re Michael yo
A pair of Jordans, black clothin', the Air Forces
Woke up leanin' somethin' like I pad noxious
Fuck the clutch and grab the Nina and that new tutu
Pulled it out from under the sweater and tu tu tuf