MP3: Polo G – Gang Gang

Last updated on July 28th, 2021 at 12:41 am

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The famous American Rapper, popular known as Polo G released his latest studio song “Polo G – Gang Gang” which was among the track of his album currently released. The song is available for Mp3 Download.

Taurus Tremani Bartlett (born January 6th, 1999) otherwise known as Polo G, is a breakout star from Chicago known for his impeccable delivery, rowdy drill records, and heartfelt personal tracks. His stage name serves as a combination of the fashion brand Polo Ralph Lauren and his lost friend, nicknamed Gucci.

Born on the North Side of Chicago in the Cabrini-Green district, more specifically the Marshall Field Garden Apartments, Polo experienced the grisly and unforgiving realities of the street life within Illinois’ largest city. Growing up on the block, experiencing the deaths of friends and loved ones, and facing jail time became the staples of Capalot’s childhood, which he in turn implemented into his music as a means to escape what he witnessed and was raised on.

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LYRICS

[Intro: Polo G]
Uh

[Chorus: Polo G]
So used to them gray clouds, I might fuck around, drop the in the rain
For the squad, we don’t play around, we’ll lay him down, hit his top close range
He just pretend, he not with the gang
‘Member back then, ask an opp what he bang
Runnin’ from the jakes, block hot like I’m Wayne
Spend a quarter mil’ on the watch and the chain
I’m just tryna put a lock on the game
Hot shit from this Glock when it flame

[Verse 1: Polo G]
Young nigga up now, ‘member back then niggas clowned on me
Now from the Heaven gates only way a nigga lookin’ down on me
Keep at least two hundred thou’ on mе, keep at least like thirty rounds on me
With my niggas ’til thе wheels fall off, don’t care if my ride on E
Gucci slides, Versace robes, palm trees, exotic hoes
Snitchin’, he can’t right his wrongs once he play that writin’ role
Slime shit, we wipe his nose, feds watchin’, might strike a pose
Do a hit, take flight, we gone, we just take the dice and roll

[Chorus: Polo G]
So used to them gray clouds, I might fuck around, drop the top in the rain
For the squad, we don’t play around, we’ll lay him down, hit his top close range
He just pretend, he not with the gang
‘Member back then, ask an opp what he bang
Runnin’ from the jakes, block hot like I’m Wayne
Spend a quarter mil’ on the watch and the chain
I’m just tryna put a lock on the game
Hot shit from this Glock when it flame

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Soon as I touch down, them pussy feds be hot on me (Woo)
Heard niggas got money all on my head, tell ’em come crown the king (Huh)
Let the work thaw out for fourteen days, that’s quarantine (Yeah)
I’ll pour my heart out before my lean, baby, no R&B (Yeah)
Six-six-deuce, MOB Piru, big SooWoo, slime my group
Slatt, slatt, slatt, a-achoo, wipe his nose, God bless you
Blatt-blatt-blatt, I’m not through
Bratt-tat-tat, duck, duck, goose
Two big guns on me for the smoke
That’s Uncle Snoop and Martha Stew’
Call me Capalotty (Woo), Big Slimalini (Yeah), Lil’ Slime Gotti (Uh)
That ain’t the ‘Ghini, lil’ bitch that’s the ‘Gatti (Skrrt)
Promethazine, need a P, I’m the wild me
I hide fettuccine from the federales
I’m like Rick Pitino or John Calipari
I’m leadin’ my team, yeah, right to the finals
That money talking and we talkin’ private
I’m not correspondin’, hold on
Gucci slides and Versace robes (Ooh)
I’ll slide a nigga, I’ll slide a ho (Ooh)
I banged on anybody gang
And I ball with all my slime-inos
On gang gang, on Hollygrove
No plain jane, I smoke Zario
And when the rain came I put the top down
Under the dark clouds, I’m shining gold
[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Used to the gray clouds, I might fuck around and drop the top in the rain (Yeah, yeah)
For the squad, we don’t play around, we’ll lay him down, hit his top close range (Top close range)
He just pretend, he not with the gang
‘Member back then, ask an opp what he bang
Runnin’ from the jakes, block hot like I’m Wayne
Spend a whole mil’ on the watch and the chain
I’m just tryna put a lock on the game
Hot shit from this Glock when it flame, yeah

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
Polo G, Tunechi Lee, yeah, yeah
Call me Capalotty

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