Gangsta Flow by Neno Caine Lyrics
We throwing the blicky prolly walking with 5
When we blow its sounding like 50 get to a bag
I am a certified menace put hands on that boy like a dentist
He will not speak we ain’t linking back up till the job is done and complete
I want a foreign we ain’t sliding with choppas
We’ll put that boy in up in a tree Im not goofy
Ian going for nun better tuck that chin up when you speak
Shoutout ov if you wanted some beef I’ll call up that menace lil rique
Yea call up lil jay he is official with hands should see what he do with the 8
My niggas go craz back to a stack we get paid
We wanna go trip anyway what is yo gang
Lil nigga what do you claim I’m cashin I’m back in my ways
We robbin like banks ian gone stop till im a paid
Stepback with the shot like dwayde
Niggas gone talk niggas gone sing
He still on my sack I’m thinking he gay
Free all them hoolies and Rest In Peace dirt Pacman gone be outta that cell one day
Disrespect von we kicking in doors keep trying to run get hit in 4 ways
We holding mad clips we shooting a movie
Sounding like bacon when poppin the k
Im not a killa neither a rapper Im just a nigga who stuck in my ways
Ion fear nun he outta his mind ops stay calling my phone stop making a case
Niggas wan talk bout clapping n shooting when we on scene nobody gone bang
You ain’t a shooter you is a goofy he holding a pole but really can’t aim
I am that nigga where are you from stop posting them pics that’s not where you lay
This ain’t a diss I’m making a statement you niggas not real so stop all the faking
He think he so cold with 30s and 8s
Tell bronem slide n turn em to patient
Whatever I say I’m really gone do it
OLB not a gang we really a movement
Like a fat kid we chillin and moving
You ain’t on nun we really go stupid
Roll of a flat he leaning like homer
Hopping out cars and beat em to comas
Why that boy run i thought he was tottin
Niggas to scared he though about blowing
Neno hold weight Ian talm trojan
Niggas gone bang ian talm bout Sosa
Shoutout G Town them nigga my soilders
Dress in all black when I’m feeling like pokin
Go CMG them niggas my homies
Tell ray turn up we shining like Rollies
I drop my last girl she though I was hoein
But it don’t matter I heard that she throatiing
Niggas show guns all over the social
When we pull up they acting all noble
I want some money I want a car I got a lil foreign my girl is a doll
We really t up my niggas sum stars
We got enough timing let’s take it to Mars
When we blow its sounding like 50 get to a bag
I am a certified menace put hands on that boy like a dentist
He will not speak we ain’t linking back up till the job is done and complete
I want a foreign we ain’t sliding with choppas
We’ll put that boy in up in a tree Im not goofy
Ian going for nun better tuck that chin up when you speak
Shoutout ov if you wanted some beef I’ll call up that menace lil rique
Yea call up lil jay he is official with hands should see what he do with the 8
My niggas go craz back to a stack we get paid
We wanna go trip anyway what is yo gang
Lil nigga what do you claim I’m cashin I’m back in my ways
We robbin like banks ian gone stop till im a paid
Stepback with the shot like dwayde
Niggas gone talk niggas gone sing
He still on my sack I’m thinking he gay
Free all them hoolies and Rest In Peace dirt Pacman gone be outta that cell one day
Disrespect von we kicking in doors keep trying to run get hit in 4 ways
We holding mad clips we shooting a movie
Sounding like bacon when poppin the k
Im not a killa neither a rapper Im just a nigga who stuck in my ways
Ion fear nun he outta his mind ops stay calling my phone stop making a case
Niggas wan talk bout clapping n shooting when we on scene nobody gone bang
You ain’t a shooter you is a goofy he holding a pole but really can’t aim
I am that nigga where are you from stop posting them pics that’s not where you lay
This ain’t a diss I’m making a statement you niggas not real so stop all the faking
He think he so cold with 30s and 8s
Tell bronem slide n turn em to patient
Whatever I say I’m really gone do it
OLB not a gang we really a movement
Like a fat kid we chillin and moving
You ain’t on nun we really go stupid
Roll of a flat he leaning like homer
Hopping out cars and beat em to comas
Why that boy run i thought he was tottin
Niggas to scared he though about blowing
Neno hold weight Ian talm trojan
Niggas gone bang ian talm bout Sosa
Shoutout G Town them nigga my soilders
Dress in all black when I’m feeling like pokin
Go CMG them niggas my homies
Tell ray turn up we shining like Rollies
I drop my last girl she though I was hoein
But it don’t matter I heard that she throatiing
Niggas show guns all over the social
When we pull up they acting all noble
I want some money I want a car I got a lil foreign my girl is a doll
We really t up my niggas sum stars
We got enough timing let’s take it to Mars