Love 4 The Gang ft. MTG Ghost Lyrics

Dats my dawg, Dats my brotha, yeah, I love em, I used to love that one bitch til I found

out she was fuckin', Look like four midgets stuffed up in my pockets

Bitch, I'm dumpin', I love runnin' into opps But I hate they always duckin

I been swimmin' with the sharks all my life, I ain't got no fear

Sip so much drank for my fallen soldiers, I got red tears

Rich off the smoke, yeah, I gotta thank all my peers

And it's the love for my gang got me still here

Uh, phones on cracky crack, knockin' heads back to back

G always stay up in some beef, I pray he never lack

Huh, and this ain't tennis, but bitch, we play with racks

That fire givin' heart attacks, whip a baby, with no similac

Huh, losin' 7Gs onna zap, that's a heartbreaker

Ghost bring back the 3 extra grams, he a real banker

I'm not in love with anything but that blue paper

To a purple, to a yellow in a 20 ounce, I ball 4 the Lakers

Pops told me you ain't doin' shit if you ain't got no haters

Baby, let's text, it's too much pape callin', I'ma hit you later

Get busy with the Drac, you can say I'ma mover & a shaker

How you throwin' when the pill ain't real, that boy a real faker

Dats my dawg, Dats my brotha, yeah, I love em, I used to love that one bitch til I found

out she was fuckin', Look like four midgets stuffed up in my pockets

Bitch, I'm dumpin', I love runnin' into opps But I hate they always duckin

I been swimmin' with the sharks all my life, I ain't got no fear

Sip so much drank for my fallen soldiers, I got red tears

Rich off the smoke, yeah, I gotta thank all my peers

And it's the love for my gang got me still here

Lob it up like Shaq, I ain't in here breakin' no sweat with it

Boy, you can't run it up, cause you worried bout the next nigga

My plug hit me with that bag, I'm movin' like I'm Chef with it

Jamie want a triple-double, she say I come the best with em

Prada her, she ain't thinkin' bout havin' the next nigga

I'm out here playin' chess with it, stackin' to my next figure

I heard you like to stress bitches

Plus you ain't bout no check nigga, straight drop the load

I don't stretch dinners, I bless spenders

Ghost you in a bag, they ain't seen up before Jimmy Deans

I been eatin' noodles for the whole week, I'm really at my peak

Tryna go legit, but I don't sing, ain't been to the studio in weeks

Nigga, nigga, let me turn it up

My dog on parole, but I told him we bout to run a buck

You just run your mouth, so the plugs never front you none

My plug never hound on that load, but I stay in touch

Came back on demon' time, passin' out fire off a nine-piece

Juggling ' with the ball, cause he say he got a whole thing

Playin' in that ball, I'm all scraped off the whole thing

Ayy, Ghost shut your mouth, you know they tryna start a whole ring

Dats my dawg, Dats my brotha, yeah, I love em, I used to love that one bitch til I found

out she was fuckin', Look like four midgets stuffed up in my pockets

Bitch, I'm dumpin', I love runnin' into opps But I hate they always duckin

I been swimmin' with the sharks all my life, I ain't got no fear

Sip so much drank for my fallen soldiers, I got red tears

Rich off the smoke, yeah, I gotta thank all my peers

And it's the love for my gang got me still here