The Underachievers – Gangland lyrics

[Verse 1: Issa Gold]
Stuff a .22 in my shoe
My niggas out here never lack
Watching hulu with your bitch with me she kick back and relax
I smoke weed she do the smack
Ronny J produced the track
Nigga all about my karma
You do action we react
I bet these niggas pussy tell them watch they mouth
I send them niggas to your crib like fuck your couch
These bitches fucking for the fame and for the clout
That's why we steady stacking like we in the drought
I-N-D-I-G-O set, We to jungle fuck the feds
Take your shot and try your best we aim at heads yeah fuck yo vests
Texas hold'em by the neck, we don't lose, now place your bets
Fuck you fools, and fuck yourselves
We break the rules, don't follow steps
I get my niggas, they gone let them know
Don't test the bros
Niggas paper looking minimal, we getting more
Niggas talk like they gone see me though , they layin low
Bet that nigga let that semi go, now hit the flow

[Hook: Issa Gold]
GODAMN
These niggas shooting in my city
Gotta keep that thang up with me
Even cops is fucking with it GODAMN
I keep a couple bitches wit me
I don't hang around wit niggas
Unless they getting money wit me
Yeah we started from the back
Now we tour around the map
Pull up on a nigga,Bet he gone get left right where he at
Now it's 350 a sack
I blow weed til I collapse
Every night I say I quit
But every morning I relapse

[Verse 2: AK]
Blue handkerchief nigga Gangland
All my niggas know its gang bang
AK he be on the same thing
Took some psychedelics know my brain changed
Young Rebellin money on my melon, shit we never managed now they see it
Panties when we see them, in designer every season
Smoking on the finest, bad bitches ride them all year
Feel like perfect timing, homie get enlightened cause the truth inside you aww yeah
No new friends just investors
Had to lose lose the stress bring the pressure
But im the fucking best, my confession
When the nine sprays, hold it sideways
Showing no face, can't arrest us
So theres no case, had to change ways
Find the lightwaves like tesla
Throw the pen down like a wrestler
I collect the cheese mozzarella
The scripture says I'm illa
Your frequencies fucked nigga
I hit she screaming falsetto
AK she love in the middle
Only way you niggas trap is the Mental
Boy you local and my game continental
Told you once we don't play that my nigga
Pay you twice we put a grave on that nigga
Crypt reserver got your name on it
Swerving and took her brain up off her

[Hook: Issa Gold]
GODAMN
These niggas shooting in my city
Gotta keep that thang up in me
Even cops is fucking with it GODAMN
I keep a couple bitches wit me
I don't hang around wit niggas
Unless they getting money wit me
Yeah we started from the back
Now we tour around the map
Pull up on a nigga,Bet he gone get left right where he at
Now it's 350 a sack
I blow weed til I collapse
Every night I say I quit
But every morning I relapse