Go Go Gang Songtext
von D‐Block Europe

Yeah, naysaye?
Count my sh*t
150 on my neck, narsaye?
I′m sipping champagne
I just bought a car, a hundrend suuin, it came with champagne
Yeah
Give a f*ck how they treat you on the gram
Real life and in the bank I'm the man
Pain in my cup, weed in my hand
Load up the ninas give them boy a tan
Go go gang
Go go go gang go go gang
Go go go gang go go gang
Hop out the coupe pockets full up with bands

Uhhh
Mr Williams, Mr Williams
Mr Williams, Mr Williams
Mr Williams, Mr Williams
Mr Williams, Mr Williams


In and out the Yeezy store
Mr Banton, Mr Banton
In the Harrods store
Mr Banton, Mr Banton
Everyday
Go unload the cannon
In Hermes
Mr Banton in the phantom
Lamborghini again
Hop out the coupe, I′m hot as soup
Me and K in the cut, glizzy rambo too
24s I don't snooze, I bag my loot
I'm in the bando bando and it′s hot as f*cking Magaluf
Mr Banton, Mr Banton
Mr Banton, Mr Banton
Go unload the cannon
Mr Banton in the phantom

9 grams of bicarb I cook a zed
In the bando, skeeyee Sexy Redd
I got two or three models in my bed
Blunt full of weed, cup full of meds

Give a f*ck how they treat you on the gram
Real life and in the bank I′m the man
Pain in my cup, weed in my hand
Load up the ninas give them boy a tan
Go go gang
Go go go gang go go gang
Go go go gang go go gang
Hop out the coupe pockets full up with bands

Uhhh
Mr Williams, Mr Williams
Mr Williams, Mr Williams
Mr Williams, Mr Williams
Mr Williams, Mr Williams


In and out the Yeezy store
Mr Banton, Mr Banton
In the Harrods store
Mr Banton, Mr Banton
Everyday
Go unload the cannon
In Hermes
Mr Banton in the phantom
Lamborghini again
Gonna hit the block and spin just like a wheel fidget
Your broski never hit the can, that was a meal ticket
He ain't playing around with no glizzy, he tryna kill with it
Shooting like he filmed with it
Ain′t good you can't heal with it
He was like, we′re qualified
Not every hero's got capes
Dripping like a riverside, the watch water like lakes
Gold Rolly for dinner time, the red ruby like grapes
Wanna know what it′s feeling like, this rich life?
The crib came with a maid
Gotta a new scope, put that on the gang
Inherited a couple wars, you wouldn't understand
And you ain't never got it till it′s in your hand
You gonna spend it before you make it
That ain′t never part of the plan, forreal

Give a f*ck how they treat you on the gram
Real life and in the bank I'm the man
Pain in my cup, weed in my hand
Load up the ninas give them boy a tan
Go go gang
Go go go gang go go gang
Go go go gang go go gang
Hop out the coupe pockets full up with bands
Mr Banton, Mr Banton
Mr Banton, Mr Banton
Go unload the cannon
Mr Banton in the phantom