Jay Fizzle – Gang Lyrics

[Intro]
Gang, gang
Gang shit
Big grape speaking nigga
Paper Route [?] nigga
Fow, fow

[Verse: 1]
All I see is purple
Bitch I bleed purple
Try reach for my chain
No doubt about it I’ma hurt ya
My first foreign was a Jag
I paint that bitch purple
Beat this white bitch pussy up
And turnt that pussy purple
Go against the grain
It’s gone be another murder
Draco get to spittin
Have you pussies jumpin hurdles
My young boy 15, really wit it
Bout a murder
My young boy 15, really wit it
Bout a murder, aye
Gang on the block
Link up, three up top
Put us out, we hot
Don’t claim the gang, you not, aye
Gang on the block
Link up, three up top
Put us out we hot
Don’t claim the gang, you not

[Chorus]
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
When you hear this bang
When you hear this bang
When you hear this bang
When you hear this bang
What set do you claim?
When you hear this bang
What set do you claim?
When you hear this bang

[Verse: 2]
I walk around with my flag on like its a 40
I twist my hands up like a nigga can’t talk
Put this Glock on my hip, got a nigga can’t walk
How long you been bangin?
Since a nigga was just small
I was with the gang, skippin school in the hall
I started sellin dope cause I couldn’t play ball
I kept me a strap cause a nigga wasn’t that tall
Gang, gang
You know the call

[Chorus]
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

Jay Fizzle – Want Smoke Lyrics

[Intro]
You want beef with me?
Your ass better bring it
Hah, Fizzle
Don’t jump in that water if you can’t swim nigga
Know what I’m sayin’? you hear me?
Don’t jump in that water with the big fish nigga
You a lil fish, you know what I’m sayin’? ayy

[Chorus]
I heard that he talkin’ real killer
He say he got beef with a nigga
He talkin’ out loud ’bout this and that
‘Bout what he gon’ do to a nigga
I got the K with the peeler
He must be geeked off a jigga
My new ho white like I’m Tyga
I move around with the killers

[Verse 1]
I move around with the killers
I might just turn to a killer
I heard he want beef but he don’t want smoke
I might just smoke me a nigga
Lil Moochie, D Money, my niggas
PD and Keef are my niggas
Trap and Tay are my niggas
I hang around all the killers
Ayy, I stay strapped on pavement nigga, you don’t want these problems
Two Glocks, a revolver, and I keep a couple choppers
Phone call to my locs, I have my grape [?] take your partners
Sit back like the mobster while we eat steak shrimp and lobster

[Chorus]
I heard that he talkin’ real killer
He say he got beef with a nigga
He talkin’ out loud ’bout this and that
‘Bout what he gon’ do to a nigga
I got the K with the peeler
He must be geeked off a jigga
My new ho white like I’m Tyga
I move around with the killers

[Verse 2]
I heard he got beef with the niggas
He don’t wan’ see a lil nigga
I’m a big C on a nigga (crip)
He want to be a lil nigga (ho)
Young OG on a nigga (grape)
Might put a P on a nigga (bitch)
I got my own gang, you make a move, they might just creep on a nigga (gang gang)
I move around like a mobster
Nothing but killers my roster
Turn your dreadlocks to some pasta
You niggas fake, imposters
I heard that you talkin’ real killer
I’m tired of sparing these niggas
Catch him front street, lay him down
I might just face me a nigga

[Chorus]
I heard that he talkin’ real killer
He say he got beef with a nigga
He talkin’ out loud ’bout this and that
‘Bout what he gon’ do to a nigga
I got the K with the peeler
He must be geeked off a jigga
My new ho white like I’m Tyga
I move around with the killers

[Bridge]
I heard that he talkin’ real killer
I heard that he talkin’ real killer
What you gon’ do to me nigga?
What you gon’ do to me nigga?
I heard that he talkin’ real killer
I heard that he talkin’ real killer
What you gon’ do to me nigga?
What you gon’ do to me nigga?

[Outro]
Yeah
Know what’s goin’ on nigga
Paper Route business nigga
Big Grape in this bitch nigga, yeah
Whole lotta gang shit goin’ on nigga
Ayy, ayy

[Chorus]
I heard that he talkin’ real killer
He say he got beef with a nigga
He talkin’ out loud ’bout this and that
‘Bout what he gon’ do to a nigga
I got the K with the peeler
He must be geeked off a jigga
My new ho white like I’m Tyga
I move around with the killers

Jay Fizzle – Big C’s Lyrics (feat. Peewee Longway)

[Hook: Jay Fizzle]
Blue flag, left side
Crip gang, bang
Big Glocks, long clips
We gon’, bang
No need for red beams
We got, aim
Blue flag, left side
Crip gang, bang
My niggas crippin’, never slippin’
Big pump, pistol grippin’
On grey street, cuz neighborhood
That’s a whole lot of C’s
Big C’s, blue team
I got my young niggas with extensions
Big C’s, blue team
I got my young niggas with extensions

[Verse 1: Jay Fizzle]
Blue chucks, purple flag
Hundred rounds on the draco
Dickies set on my ass
Locs move when I say so
Big grapes like cantaloupe
Nigga cut me, you see grape juice
All this purple on me
I got PeeWee with all this baby blue
Been gang banging since about two
Throwing hand-signs like I’m [?]
Young nigga with big choppers
In my drop top shooting out the roof
Hit ya nigga, home of the blues
You either win, you either lose
Riding ‘round with 100 youngins
Better pray to god they don’t shoot
In the neighborhood with the neighbor hoods
Rolling dice with the [?] sixty
Pouring six so I can’t miss it
Lil Fizzle just too crazy
Perfect aim, I ain’t missing
Sniper gang, long distance
Paper Route, MPA
That’s a whole lot of crips seein’ this

[Hook: Jay Fizzle]
Blue flag, left side
Crip gang, bang
Big Glocks, long clips
We gon’, bang
No need for red beams
We got, aim
Blue flag, left side
Crip gang, bang
My niggas crippin’, never slippin’
Big pump, pistol grippin’
On grey street, cuz neighborhood
That’s a whole lot of C’s
Big C’s, blue team
I got my young niggas with extensions
Big C’s, blue team
I got my young niggas with extensions

[Verse 2: PeeWee Longway]
Golden nigga, golden baby
Homicides on a shady 3-80, yeah
Cinnabuns on the Glock, baow
Neighborhood clip with the draco
Bright blue all my bitches
Bootleg my Buscemis
Fizzle great street with the crippin’
The S on my head for the sixty
Ain’t no hesitating with it
I masturbate the f**king trigger
A couple pillows in the ceiling
Hold his ass, blood [?]
They heard your screaming, they call a gang injunction
Slapping these bitches, they want the gang gang
My lil homie, I’m cripping and chain gang
Run up on you, close range, no aim
Send the blues to Jay, let’s count up these thangs
Then a C on these Cartier frames
Two double R like the front of the Phantom
Fizzle great like the Act in the Fanta
Little pocket with a blue bandana
The clip on the Draco bananas
Lock C with the crips in the grave
Pyrus gon’ pull up at the wake
Neighborhood let dope with the drakes

[Hook: Jay Fizzle]
Blue flag, left side
Crip gang, bang
Big Glocks, long clips
We gon’, bang
No need for red beams
We got, aim
Blue flag, left side
Crip gang, bang
My niggas crippin’, never slippin’
Big pump, pistol grippin’
On grey street, cuz neighborhood
That’s a whole lot of C’s
Big C’s, blue team
I got my young niggas with extensions
Big C’s, blue team
I got my young niggas with extensions

Young Dolph – Drippy

[Intro]
Ayy!
Real drippy right now

[Chorus]
Lil mama got ass for days, and I got cash for days
That fake shit, I can’t relate
Hate, I see it all over his face
Yeah I got racks in the safe
Yeah I’m fuckin’ on your bae
Never keep dope where you lay
Keep a draco or an AK
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip)
Drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy

[Verse 1]
Prometh, sippin’
My bitch she gettin’ tipsy
Valentino my outfit, my bitch she rockin’ Fendi
Too much ice, it might make you dizzy
Diamonds, hittin’
Dead fresh, dig me
Drippy, drippy
You a peasant, you cannot come near me
Heard a fuck nigga wanna kill me
‘Cause I treat his baby mama like a frisbee, yeah
Fuck nigga, try again
You lose, I win
Shoot him in the ass, again
Pray for my enemies, amen
The realest nigga in it, ayy man
Shit, this young nigga poppin’, damn
Nah, can’t no nigga stop him
Paper Route, we stand on top of shit
Pull up in your city, we rockin’ shit
I’m in the streets where the hitters at
I’m in the street where the dealers at
I’m in the section where all the bad bitches at

[Chorus]
Lil mama got ass for days, and I got cash for days
That fake shit, I can’t relate
Hate, I see it all over his face
Yeah I got racks in the safe
Yeah I’m fuckin’ on your bae
Never keep dope where you lay
Keep a draco or an AK
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip)
Drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy

[Verse 2]
I used to want a million then I wanted ten now I want a hundred
All my bitches got an onion, private jet out the country
Just to go shop and eat lunch
Foreign hoes, I got a bunch
Codeine, sweet tea, call that a tropical punch
I mix the Gelato with the lemon tree, call that a tropical blunt
I give that green light and you done
Ayy come here lil mama, where you from?
All of that ass, you the bomb
All of that ass, you the bomb
Now take this money, get on the plane
I need you to go get a bomb
I put her in Yves Saint Laurent
I put seventy thou in my charm
I put fifty grams in my trunk
I was sellin’ dope, I ain’t go to prom
But I get rich anyway so motherfuck the prom
Drippy, drippy

[Chorus]
Lil mama got ass for days, and I got cash for days
That fake shit, I can’t relate
Hate, I see it all over his face
Yeah I got racks in the safe
Yeah I’m fuckin’ on your bae
Never keep dope where you lay
Keep a draco or an AK
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (swag)
Drippy (drippy), drippy (drip), drippy (drip), drippy (drip)
Drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy (swag), drippy (drip), drippy

Jay Fizzle – Gang

[Intro]
Gang, gang
Gang shit
Big grape speaking nigga
Paper Route [?] nigga
Fow, fow

[Verse: 1]
All I see is purple
Bitch I bleed purple
Try reach for my chain
No doubt about it I’ma hurt ya
My first foreign was a Jag
I paint that bitch purple
Beat this white bitch pussy up
And turnt that pussy purple
Go against the grain
It’s gone be another murder
Draco get to spittin
Have you pussies jumpin hurdles
My young boy 15, really wit it
Bout a murder
My young boy 15, really wit it
Bout a murder, aye
Gang on the block
Link up, three up top
Put us out, we hot
Don’t claim the gang, you not, aye
Gang on the block
Link up, three up top
Put us out we hot
Don’t claim the gang, you not

[Chorus]
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
When you hear this bang
When you hear this bang
When you hear this bang
When you hear this bang
What set do you claim?
When you hear this bang
What set do you claim?
When you hear this bang

[Verse: 2]
I walk around with my flag on like its a 40
I twist my hands up like a nigga can’t talk
Put this Glock on my hip, got a nigga can’t walk
How long you been bangin?
Since a nigga was just small
I was with the gang, skippin school in the hall
I started sellin dope cause I couldn’t play ball
I kept me a strap cause a nigga wasn’t that tall
Gang, gang
You know the call

[Chorus]
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

Big C s – Jay Fizzle feat. Peewee Longway lyrics

Lyrics Jay Fizzle – Big C s

Blue flag, left side
Crip gang, bang
Big Glocks, long clips
We gon’, bang
No need for red beams
We got, aim
Blue flag, left side
Crip gang, bang
My niggas crippin’, never slippin’
Big pump, pistol grippin’
On grey street, cuz neighborhood
That’s a whole lot of C’s
Big C’s, blue team
I got my young niggas with extensions
Big C s, blue team
I got my young niggas with extensions.

Blue chucks, purple flag
Hundred rounds on the draco
.. set on my a*s
Locs move when I say so
Big grapes like cantaloupe
Nigga cut me, you see grape juice
All this purple on me
I got PeeWee with all this baby blue
Been gang banging since about two
Throwing hand-signs like I’m ..
Young nigga with big choppers
In my drop top shooting out the roof
Hit ya nigga, home of the blues
You either win, you either lose
Riding ‘round with 100 youngins
Better pray to god they don’t shoot
In the neighborhood with the neighbor hoods
Rolling dice with the .. sixty
Pouring six so I can’t miss it
Lil Fizzle just too crazy
Perfect aim, I ain’t missing
Sniper gang, long distance
Paper Route, MPA
That’s a whole lot of crips seein’ this.

Blue flag, left side
Crip gang, bang
Big Glocks, long clips
We gon’, bang
No need for red beams
We got, aim
Blue flag, left side
Crip gang, bang
My niggas crippin’, never slippin’
Big pump, pistol grippin’
On grey street, cuz neighborhood
That’s a whole lot of C’s
Big C’s, blue team
I got my young niggas with extensions
Big C’s, blue team versuri-lyrics.info
I got my young niggas with extensions.

Golden nigga, golden baby
Homicides on a shady 3-80, yeah
Cinnabuns on the Glock, baow
Neighborhood clip with the draco
Bright blue all my b*tches
Bootleg my Buscemis
Fizzle great street with the crippin’
The S on my head for the sixty
Ain’t no hesitating with it
I masturbate the f*cking trigger
A couple pillows in the ceiling
Hold his a*s, blood ..
They heard your screaming, they call a gang injunction
Slapping these b*tches, they want the gang gang
My lil homie, I’m cripping and chain gang
Run up on you, close range, no aim
Send the blues to Jay, let’s count up these thangs
Then a C on these Cartier frames
Two double R like the front of the Phantom
Fizzle great like the Act in the Fanta
Little pocket with a blue bandana
The clip on the Draco bananas
Lock C with the crips in the grave
Pyrus gon’ pull up at the wake
Neighborhood let dope with the drakes.

Blue flag, left side
Crip gang, bang
Big Glocks, long clips
We gon’, bang
No need for red beams
We got, aim
Blue flag, left side
Crip gang, bang
My niggas crippin’, never slippin’
Big pump, pistol grippin’
On grey street, cuz neighborhood
That’s a whole lot of C’s
Big C s, blue team
I got my young niggas with extensions
Big C’s, blue team
I got my young niggas with extensionsss.
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