Song Lyrics

Future Hendrix
Yeah
It ain't a secret
Straight up

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 hunna round clip inside a dirty riffle
It's dirty when it got a homi' on it
F*ck 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
Spent 200 thousand on a cross nigga
Could never sleep 'cause it a cost niggas
They can never see my palms sweaty
You done 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
F*ck 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 federallies on a nigga chin
F*ck the Benz, I'ma whip the Spur
Say f*ck my Spur and bought my bitch a Ghost
I'm full of syrup and I'm seeing ghosta
I'm pushing heroin right through N.O

You know we got that boy boy like
New Orleans you hear me?
We runnin' that pack through Chi Town, Memphis
All up through B More and DC
Back down south you hear me?

Lil' Mexico turf a gangland
I'm ABK like I'm Zonaman
Does anybody kill a nigga?
Do you got the heart to kill a nigga?
100 rhousand for a lawyer
You gotta be a Johnnie Cochran.
We'll take the dope from off the border
From the water, put it in some water

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
Finnesin' niggas, gotta learn about it
I could cook it in the microwave
I got ya baby momma with the shits
Got ya son sittin' 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
And everything else irrelevant

Lil' Mexico turf a gang land
I'm ABK like I'm Zonaman
Does anybody kill a nigga?
Do you have the heart to kill a nigga?
100 thousand for a lawyer
You gotta be a Johnnie Cochran
We take the dope from off the border
From the water, put it some water

Bobby Turner, Kenneth Smith, Nayvadius Wilburn

The duration of Gangland is 3:01 minutes and seconds.