La mala est gangx
Hey
If it's them it's the-, yeah, tell me what are we?
I've been selling the-, my men, I had no-
If it's them it's the-
Eh-eh
If it's them it's the-
Eh-eh
[Chorus: Gazo]
If i'ts them i'ts the hood (If it's them the-) , yeah, tell me what are we? (Tell me what are we?)
And that I've been selling the pure (I've been selling the-) , my men, I had no choice (I had no-)
I saw them scratching the wall (Scratching the-), do you believe them? (Do you-)
I see them talking about the hood (Talking about the-), yeah, tell me if you see them
Hey, hey, if it's them it's the hood (If it's the it's the hood), but what are we? (But what are we?)
I sold the pure (I sold the pure), I had no choice
I saw them scratching the wall (Hey, hey), do you believe them? (Do you believe them?)
Just talking about the hood (Just talking about the hood), do you see them? (Gazo, do you see them?)
[Verse 1: Gazo]
Kichat (Money), an envelope (Boom), studio, talent grows
Codeina in my 7 Up, I take a sip, I level up (Hey)
My hatred is communal when I see my community handcuffed
I disappear like a hostess (Ouh), I appear like an O.D
Screwed, I drank liters (Liters), and then, I sold lines (Lines)
I repeat, I emphasize it (Hey), I repeat, I emphasize it (Hey)
In times of war, we aim above the belt so they don't come back (Grr, pa-pa-pa-pah)
Armed so we make war (Ouh), drinking to yours (Hey, hey, hey)
[Bridge: Gazo]
Hey, if you're my Gazo, we go together (If you're my Gazo, we go together)
We don't speak, we grr, we make them blood spill
Many have seen their lives decimated (Have seen their lives decimated)
I'm bad so my heart is rotten, yeah, my heart is torn
[Chorus: Gazo]
If i'ts them i'ts the hood (If it's them the-) , yeah, tell me what are we? (Tell me what are we?)
And that I've been selling the pure (I've been selling the-) , my men, I had no choice (I had no-)
I saw them scratching the wall (Scratching the-), do you believe them? (Do you-)
I see them talking about the hood (Talking about the-), yeah, tell me if you see them
Hey, hey, if it's them it's the hood (If it's the it's the hood), but what are we? (But what are we?)
I sold the pure (I sold the pure), I had no choice
I saw them scratching the wall (Hey, hey), do you believe them? (Do you believe them?)
Just talking about the hood (Just talking about the hood), do you see them? (Gazo, do you see them?)
[Verse 2: Damso]
You pay, you sing, you suck, you go home, Culture thanks you (Thanks you)
The mala is gang, the nigga too, I sold death, I made it a life
I am feminist like Louis Réard, doesn't stop me from calling a whore (Bitch)
My hearth wearing a kevlar, I don't talk to the DEA, I replace first and last names with: "Thing"
If it's them it's the hood, what are we? The sound and smell of sawn off cannon
Big, those rappers only pretend make long albums just to stream (You know)
Discreet, precise and severe (Yeah), I'm the cylinder at the end of the Uzi (Uzi)
This year, the Dems is angry, the Twittersphere will eat Gucci (Nwaar)
Hey, if you're my Gazo, we go together (If you're my Gazo, we go together)
We don't speak, we grr, we make them blood spill
Many have seen their lives decimated (Have seen their lives decimated)
I'm bad so my heart is rotten, yeah, my heart is torn
[Chorus: Gazo]
If i'ts them i'ts the hood (If it's them the-) , yeah, tell me what are we? (Tell me what are we?)
And that I've been selling the pure (I've been selling the-) , my men, I had no choice (I had no-)
I saw them scratching the wall (Scratching the-), do you believe them? (Do you-)
I see them talking about the hood (Talking about the-), yeah, tell me if you see them
Hey, hey, if it's them it's the hood (If it's the it's the hood), but what are we? (But what are we?)
I sold the pure (I sold the pure), I had no choice
I saw them scratching the wall (Hey, hey), do you believe them? (Do you believe them?)
Just talking about the hood (Just talking about the hood), do you see them? (Gazo, do you see them?)
[Verse 2: Damso]
You pay, you sing, you suck, you go home, Culture thanks you (Thanks you)
The mala is gang, the nigga too, I sold death, I made it a life
I am feminist like Louis Réard, doesn't stop me from calling a whore (Bitch)
My hearth wearing a kevlar, I don't talk to the DEA, I replace first and last names with: "Thing"
If it's them it's the hood, what are we? The sound and smell of sawn off cannon
Big, those rappers only pretend make long albums just to stream (You know)
Discreet, precise and severe (Yeah), I'm the cylinder at the end of the Uzi (Uzi)
This year, the Dems is angry, the Twittersphere will eat Gucci (Nwaar)
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