Gangland

Future Hendrix Yeah It ain't a secret Straight up [Verse 1] I'm the one who got the presi' flooded You wear more Chanel than anybody? You the type to get ya man indicted I'm the type to pull up in a Spider I'm the type to drive a Hummer Put a hundred round clip inside a dirty rifle It's dirty when it got a homi' on it Fuck that nigga put a bounty on 'em I'm the one that put that dirty in the cup Had you sippin', noddin' off nigga You was gettin' fronted, runnin' off nigga I made myself to a boss nigga Put a hundred carats in a cross, nigga Put up two hundred thousand on a cross, nigga Could never sleep 'cause it'll cost niggas They can never see my palms sweaty You never seen the hunger in me I'm so sick and tired of being humbled, nigga This money put a lot of demons in me Went and tatted all these angels on me Fuck that nigga put a tracker on 'em Then we throw a pep rally on 'em These commas coming in These haters coming in The karma coming back from when I was gettin' it in My baby mama tryna sue again Bought my little twins Christian Louboutins Get my nigga commissary in the pen Got the Federales on a nigga chin Fuck the Benz, I'ma whip the Spur But fuck my Spur, I bought my bitch a Ghost I'm full of syrup and I'm seeing ghosts I'm pushing heroin right through N.O [Break] You know we got that boy-boy like New Orleans, ya hear me? Runnin that pack through Chi-Town, Memphis, all up through B More & DC [Chorus] Lil' Mexico turf a gang land I'm ABK like I'm Zonaman That's Any Body Killa nigga Do you have the heart to kill a nigga? Hundred thousand for a lawyer, gotta be a Johnnie Cochran Take the dope off the border, from the water, put it in the water [Verse 2] Know some Mexicanos down in Georgia (My 'migos) We on every channel when we pop it Hit em in the head and start braggin' bout it They on 7th street, they gotta bunch of bodies Gotta bunch of chains, my neck is very crowded When I flood the street, they have a powder shower Know the recipe, you need to learn about it Finessin' niggas, gotta learn about it I could cook it in the microwave I got ya baby momma with the shits I got your son sitting on a brick My teacher said I wouldn't be shit She even know what I represent Free Band Gang President Money over everything, nigga Everything else irrelevant [Chorus] Lil' Mexico turf a gang land I'm ABK like I'm Zonaman That's Any Body Killa nigga Do you have the heart to kill a nigga? Hundred thousand for a lawyer, gotta be a Johnnie Cochran Take the dope off the border, from the water, put it in the water