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"GANG GANG" is a track by Nafe Smallz, from the album IT’S NOT YOU IT’S ME, released 30th January 2026. Full lyrics are available below.
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(Go, let's go) [Verse 1: Nafe Smallz] Staying up, high, I been stoning Waking up, nights are like morning Give it up, thinking she chosen In the cut, got her indulging Picking sluts, call it picking poison Bill it up, blunt full of noise in In the club, gotta get the toys in Watch 'em dump, run it like hoisin Give no fucks, give them employment In the lobby, waiting for deployment Give her nut, say she got the coil in Dress it up, hope for me to spoil it Dressin' up, hope for me to spoil it Water on me, we playing, I boil it All this money, how can I avoid it? Headshot [Chorus: Nafe Smallz] You ain't ever been gang gang (Gang) Body for your words, hangman (Baow) Tennis chain swinging, Grand Slam (Glee) Diaries of a bad man (Glee) Find the kеys through the cab man (Jugg) Same niggas drop me uptown (Gonе) Posh until she see the bussdown (Glee) Why you think she such a slut now? (Go) I'm up, ski Fuck all the traffic, I got wings Dress up the palace, I'm a king My bitch just handed me a fling Your shit embarrassing, all of the cappers Somebody go get the violins How can you stunt and ride the team? Shit, you gon' need a submarine [Verse 2: Clavish] Ugh, got a show so I'm brining the toy (Toy) Hella hoes that I'm tryna avoid Got my young'uns Rambo gripping up Jagged edge like a pack of McCoys (McCoys) She give me head, I ain't flipping a coin Standard procedure on the way to the money Got cars for the gang and they leaving shit ugly A Merc' for my sis, a Range for my mummy You wouldn't believe if I told you I'm humble (I'm humble) On my neck, no less than a hundred And I might get my Audemars flooded So my flooded Patek got a cousin (Cousin) Couple models been under my covers I see them in person, they act like it nothing (It's nothing) Got a video shoot in the hood Gotta phone up my gunman and make sure he governs (Govern) I was young tryna find me a comeup (Me a comeup) Now it's chocolate, olive, all summer (Summer) Now this ain't the standard spec', this a Mansory (Mansory) Can't you tell by the bumper? (Bumper) My hitter don't grip no .22 gun, can't you see through the print in his jumper? (Jumper) Run into opps, they ain't really on nothing (Nothing) Don't shoot, just give them a [?] [Chorus: Nafe Smallz] You ain't ever been gang gang (Gang) Body for your words, hangman (Baow) Tennis chain swinging, Grand Slam (Glee) Diaries of a bad man (Glee) Find the keys through the cab man (Jugg) Same niggas drop me uptown (Gone) Posh until she see the bussdown (Glee) Why you think she such a slut now? (Go) I'm up, ski Fuck all the traffic, I got wings Dress up the palace, I'm a king My bitch just handed me a fling Your shit embarrassing, all of the cappers Somebody go get the violins How can you stunt and ride the team? Shit, you gon' need a submarine (Submarine, let's go) [Verse 3: Nafe Smallz] Ugh, the water is Fiji, yeah I make it look easy, yeah Like I'm obsessed with her hair and she needy, yeah This money won't leave me, yeah I stay out of town so they know when they see me But I'm always there when they need me, yeah (That's right) I was just dreaming and now it seems freaky They watching the team like the TV They watching the G like the telly I stay with the mills like I'm Melly, they know what I'm on We hit up the country already We send all the junkies the Cali, we don't need a phone None of the copper bread Copped me a skelly from all of the bones I'm one in a hundred already My young'uns are loaded and ready, best lower your tone Hundred more cribs up north and I'll be straight (And I'll be straight, yeah) P's showing up on time, how can I be late? (How can I be late? Yeah, how?) Trapped in so long, there ain't no escape (There's no escaping, jugg) Breaking it down with the killers, put food on the plate [Chorus: Nafe Smallz] You ain't ever been gang gang (Gang) Body for your words, hangman (Baow) Tennis chain swinging, Grand Slam (Glee) Diaries of a bad man (Glee) Find the keys through the cab man (Jugg) Same niggas drop me uptown (Gone) Posh until she see the bussdown (Glee) Why you think she such a slut now? (Go) I'm up, ski Fuck all the traffic, I got wings Dress up the palace, I'm a king My bitch just handed me a fling Your shit embarrassing, all of the cappers Somebody go get the violins How can you stunt and ride the team? Shit, you gon' need a submarine (Gon' need a submarine, gon' need a submarine)
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