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Eli Fross - Gangway Ft Bankroll Buna Lyrics

Gangway Lyrics[Intro: Eli Fross]
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
Hahaha
What?
Wha, wha, haha
Look, Fross

[Chorus: Eli Fross]
Over here, all my boys got breesha
On gang, whole squad got treesha
Glocked up, and this bitch all diva
If a nigga want smoke, he reefer
Free the gang out the cell, no tellin'
And we still sendin' niggas to the Reverend
Lil' bro go Ku in a second
And I'll be damned if a nigga come flexin'
Over here, all my boys got breesha
On gang, whole squad got treesha
Glocked up, and this bitch all diva
If a nigga want smoke, he reefer
Free the gang out the cell, no tellin'
And we still sendin' niggas to the Reverend
Lil' bro go Ku in a second
And I'll be damned if a nigga come flexin'
[Verse 1: Eli Fross]
No talk, no we ain't with the chit-chat
Move fake, have five push his wig back
Chop's up, boy dead, he gon' get whacked
Clip long like a dread, it could get tact'
Fuck 12, no we don't need safety
Four fifth, man this shit could get crazy
Get bread like it's crack in the 80's
Get head, no I ain't jackin' babies (Girl are you crazy? Uh)
Got me back on my grit shit, uh
Done flicked up the kill switch
Don't talk hot, get popped like a pill bitch, uh
Yeah, I'm back on that drill shit
Fross untouched, if you try we gon' split shit, uh
Get wrapped like a gift bitch
Spin blocks, better get to that crib quick, uh
Best believe he gon' hit shit

[Verse 2: Bankroll Buna]
I had to motivate the gang
I had to motivate the jungle
I had to motivate the Ape
Niggas can't relate ('Layo)
Free Glock, he just made a mistake
When he come home, he in the back of the Wraith (Uh-huh)
(Niggas don't know what it took)
(Niggas don't know what it takes)
I know niggas be fake
This gun I got, it got no safe'
Heard they wanna play
I post on Bergen every day, ready to spray
Boomin' for Boomer, that way
Grrah-grrah, du-du-du, shots hit his face
I'm with the winners, look how we steppin'
Pass it to Suave 'cause he play with a weapon
I call up Fross, he might pass it to me
That's the reason I fuck with the T's
They know I'm the driver and shooter (They know I'm the driver and shooter)
But this time I'ma hop out the V
G way, rush 'em
Crush 'em, they 'ready know who we are
He wanna fight, spar
We sendin' shots like a bar
No bartender
Shoot out the coupe, I'm a squad killer
And we ain't shootin' for fun, nigga
Doin' shit that you dreamin' about
I go to jail, know I'm snatchin' the house
Free Sheff G, he walk with a gun in his mouth
Du-du-du, du-du-du, du-du-du
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Over here, all my boys got breesha
On gang, whole squad got treesha
Glocked up, and this bitch all diva
If a nigga want smoke, he reefer
Free the gang out the cell, no tellin'
And we still sendin' niggas to the reverend
Lil' bro go Ku in a second
And I'll be damned if a nigga come flexin'
Over here, all my boys got breesha
On gang, whole squad got treesha
Glocked up, and this bitch all diva
If a nigga want smoke, he reefer
Free the gang out the cell, no tellin'
And we still sendin' niggas to the reverend
Lil' bro go Ku in a second
And I'll be damned if a nigga come flexin'