Ganga (remix) (feat. Ankhal)

I want a gangsta' beat

I no longer trust anyone (anyone)
None are from the heart (lara mercy gang)
The bad is what is known (is known)
Where betrayal comes from
Many say they are street and they are for me
But how they sing when caught by the fbi
(They end up joking, testifying against me)
And they forget how many times I helped them
We're black and white, here the grays die
And I'm clear wherever I step
If I look for trouble it's only because I did it alone
In heaven there's a God who always blesses me (remix!)

That's why I walk with my gang
We buy from the armorer the r and the ak (prr, prr)
Seven hundred on the neck, you die if you try (if you try)
There's no fear here, bastard, yours get stuck (pri-yah-yah; farru'!)

Locked in the h1, none touch me
I always challenge assuming burning, only smoke is seen
They're not loyal like 2pac was to suge knight
And end up collaborating like 6ix9ine's snitch (gang, gang)
Many want to mess me up, but none will dive me
They tried to screw me with a federal case
But what are 50 thousand when I make millions legally? (hahaha)
I have my gangalee, be careful out there (pu')
What they're going to say about me, I walk with sticks and irons (prr)
I'm ready for you, I got with your woman
Tell your gang's people that your funeral is coming
In the [?] arriving at the airport
Your head has a price, tomorrow you're a dead man
They hooked the click, and it sounds ra-ta-ta-ta-ta
Sincerely: The predattor; farru!; lara mercy gang
Pri-yah-yah-yah

Bastard, carbon is the gang
Human angels, we don't accept rats (prr, prr)
I know they hate me and in their minds they kill me (I'm samson)
Anti-juda' the seal (me), bug sniffer (me), deal

With the gang from scratch
Moving the white, cooked in lids (brre!)
I'm about to buy a mansion for mom and lambos for pa' (yah)
Like singing I'm daddy, in the Vatican the pope
I'm high, if I screw your cats I turn them into flight attendants
With the gang dressed in white, they think we're saints
My flow is like thor's hammer, if it falls I lift it alone
Gangalee, with more punch than muhammad ali (grr)
You travel, a happy life (but you die and die unhappy)
With frank in the Rolls-Royce and passenger sharo torre'
Come and better run the bullets are not from a horse (plo-plo-plo-plo)
But let's make them erase you (grr)
I'm with the range [?] (yes)
The fart explodes and everyone's cold penguin (hahaha)
Everyone's cold igloo
I trust few (yes)
A hand cuts you as tempo and canse' says
I'm sorry, baby, the cuts and sticks are my only romance
The gang is forever, ours until I get tired (grr!; yes; hahaha)

Bastard, carbon is the gang
Human angels, we don't accept rats (na')
I know they hate me and in their minds they kill me
Anti-juda' the seal, bug sniffer, deal

Deal, bastard
Mera, tell me, farru'
Farru'!
Tell me, sharo
Lara mercy gang
Torres, frank Miami
(White star)
Hahaha
(Prr)
Carbon fiber music
Carbon fiber music
So they stick it in their heads, you bastards, hahaha!
The migraine (the predattor)
Ah, kate town
A-anti-juda', yes, eh, anti-juda', grr, grr!
Who? Me? Yes, I know I hit hard, hahaha