GANG GANG chords and lyrics - LIL WAYNE AND POLO G

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[Intro 1]
[Am][C][G][Am]
[C][G]
Uh [Am]So used to them

[Verse 1]
[Am]
grey clouds
I might fuck around,
drop the top in the rain
For the squad, we don't [C]play around
We'll lay 'em down,
hit his [Dm]top close range
He just pre[Am]tend,
he not with the gang
'Member back then, ask an opp,
what he bang
Runnin' from jakes,
block [C]hot like I'm Wayne
Spend a quarter mil' on the
[Am]watch and the chain
[C]I'm just tryna put [Am]a lock on the game
Hot shit from this Glock when it flame
[C](he[Dm]y)[G]
[Am]Young nigga up

[Verse 2]
now,
'member back then niggas clowned on me
Now from the [C]Heaven gates,
only way a nigga lookin' down on [G]me
[Am]Keep at least two hundred thou' on me,
keep at least like thirty rounds on me
With my nig[C]gas 'til the wheels fall off,
don't care if my [Am]ride on E
Gucci slides, Versace robes, palm trees,
exotic hoes
Snitchin', he can't [C]right his wrongs,
once he play that writing role
[Am]Slime shit, we wipe his nose,
feds watchin', might strike a pose
Do a hit, take [C]flight, we gone,
we just take the dice and [Am]roll

[Verse 3]
So used to them [Am]grey clouds
I might fuck around, drop the top in the rain
For the squad, we don't [C]play around
We'll lay 'em down,
hit his top close [Dm]range
[Am]He just pretend,
he not with the gang
'Member back then, ask an opp,
what he bang
Runnin' from jakes,
block [C]hot like I'm Wayne
Spend a quarter mil' on the
[Am]watch and the chain
I'm just tryn[C]a put a [Am]lock on the game
Hot shit from this Glock when it
[G]flames
[C]

[Verse 4]
[Dm]
[G]Soon [C]as I [Am]touch down,
them pussy feds be hot on me (woo)
Heard niggas got money out on my [C]head,
tell 'em, "Come [G]crown the [Dm]king" (hmm)
Let [Am]the work out thaw out for fourteen days,
that's quarantine (damn)
I poured my heart out before my [C]lean, baby,
[G]no [Dm]R&B (yeah)
[Am]Six-six deuce, MOB Piru,
big SooWoo, slime my group
[C]Slatt, slatt, slatt, a-achoo, wipe his [G]nose,
God bless [Am]you
Blatt-blatt-blatt,
I'm I'm I'm not through
Bratt-tat-tat, duck-duck-goose
Two Two Two Two big [C]guns
on me for the smoke
That's uncle [G]Snoop
[Am]and Martha Stew'
Call me Capalotty (woo), Big Slimalini
(yeah), Lil' Slime Gotti (uh)
That ain't the 'Ghini,
[C]lil' bitch that's a 'Gatti (skrrt)
Promethazine, need a P, I'm the [Dm]wild me
I hide fettuccine from [Am]the federales
I'm like Rick Pitino or John Calipari
I'm leadin' my team, yeah,
right to the fi[C]nals
That money talking and
we talkin' [G]private
I'm not correspondin', [Am]hold on
Gucci slides and Versace robes (ooh)
I'll slide a nigga, I'll slide a ho (ooh)
I [C]banged on anybody gang
And I [Dm]ball with all my slime-inos
[Am]On gang-gang, on Hollygrove
No plain jane, I smoke Zario
And when the [C]rain came
I put the top down
Under the [G]dark clouds, I'm [Am]shining gold

[Verse 5]
Used to the [Am]grey clouds
I might fuck around and drop the top
in the rain (yeah, yeah)
For the [F]squad, we don't [C]play around
We'll lay 'em down,
hit his [Dm]top close range [Am](top close range)
He just [G]pretend,
he [Am]not with the gang
'Member back then, ask an opp,
what he bang (yeah)
Runnin' from jakes,
block [C]hot like I'm Wayne (ooh)
Spend a whole mil' on the
watch and the chain
I'm just tryn[Em]a put
a [Am]lock on the game
Hot shit from this Glock when it flames,
[C]yeah
[Dm][C][Am]

[Verse 6]
Polo G, [C]Tunechi Lee
(yeah, yeah)

[Outro 1]
Call me Capalotty
[Am][C]
[G][Am]
[C][G][Am][C]