J-Mann - Gang or 2 Lyrics

My niggas fucked up for real
We trynna turn up for real
We trynna get it for real
Chasin that bag for real

Neva gon slack for real
Bulletproof Cadillac for real

I’m in the back for real
Doin a dab for real
Hittin that slab for real

Imma come blast for real
If you niggas want the smoke then imma come n pull up on you
Give you gas for real
Hit you niggas from the back for real

Bout my figures never cap for real
That bitch on my dick make it clap for real

We rollin a wood a n we smokin that pack for real
We rollin that gas for real

These niggas mad
These niggas mad
Because they bitch is in my dms

I cannot spazz I cannot spazz because I really have no reason

They trynna hate
I can’t complain
They mood be changing like the season
Dummy bois doin treason
Get the bag and then I leave em

My niggas grindin for real
I stay trynna get me a milli
They been trynna kill me for real
But these niggas pussy yeah these niggas silly

Lil mama be all in her feelings
Im in Neimans just to get some cash back
lil thotties be payin wit cash app
Got some Louie v just to flash back

I been feelin hot for a minute
That lil nigga stuntin this shit I done told ya

I been feelin sicka than sick
So tell doc to come check me
Think I got corona

I been blazin trails like the moda,

Catch the pass then I’m shootin it ova,

I’m all bout the faces that’s blue,
Don’t believe me baby
let me show ya !

These niggas mad they stayin so mad cuz I’m bringin a gang or 2
Been on for a minute
Stay countin my digits
No words I can say to you

I’m sharin the food on my plate
With my team we eat lobster and steak
With the fakes I can’t conversate
Well put you in place
That’s word on the gang