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Bryant Myers Ft. French Montana & Lil Tjay - Gan-Ga (Uptown Remix)

Bryant Myers Ft. French Montana & Lil Tjay – Gan-Ga (Uptown Remix)
Prod. by: Lanalizer & Cromo X


Letra/Lyric: Bryant Myers Ft. French Montana & Lil Tjay – Gan-Ga (Uptown Remix)

Ganga
Montana
Lanalizer got the fire
Ganga
You know what it is when you hear that
Prada (Haan)
Rrr-ra
A’ight

Montana still up in the field (A’ight)
Shorty tip-toin’ on her heels (A’ight)
Got the big mansion on the hills (A’ight)
No education

Por eso es que yo ando con mi ganga (Ganga)
Al armero le compramo’ lo’ R y lo’ AK (AK) (Prrr)
700 en el cuello, te muere’ si trata’ (Trata’) (Trata’)
Aquí no hay miedo, cabrón, lo’ tuyo’ se trancan (Prr-ra) (Haan)

Por eso es que yo ando con mi ganga (Ganga)
Al armero le compramo’ lo’ R y lo’ AK (AK)
700 en el cuello, te muere’ si trata’ (Wuh, wuh)
Aquí no hay miedo, cabrón, lo’ tuyo’ se trancan (Swish) (They call me Young Wepa), yeah

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, know my time is frío
Doin’ merengue
Shinin’ like Neal
Bald head (Wuh)
I been ballin’ like Paul Pierce (Swish)
Took the money then I’m all ears

When I shoot, always agua (Agua)
Montana with the matas, no cap, drive top
Servin’ cold, without the cooler
Fanta rose, when I roll up

24 carat gold, lights, camera, action, pose
Aspers, not to poke a nose (No)
Servin’ bungows in the bungalows
AP dipped in rose gold (Rose gold)
Half a ticket what the show cost (Montana, hey)

AP rose (Rose)
My neck froze (Wuh)
Par de hoes (Yeah)
Pussy, clothes (Woh)
Versa, Dolce (Yeah)
Ferra, Porsche (Wuh)
Moñas, crunch

I heard these niggas out here lookin’ for me
Don’t let them niggas catch you out here on E
My shootas carry hollow tips that’s OD
And when this hit don’t run and tell the police (Don’t you run and tell the police)

I been on the low, low
Killas they on gold, gold
Niggas always talkin’, why you puttin’ on a show for? (Show for)
Money comin’ wrapped, we ain’t worried ’bout no popo
We can’t raid them sticks and bounce around like it’s a pogo (Like a pogo)

Kicks on my door low, ask me on the low go
Do this shit for Smiley like everything for bro, bro (Everything for bro, bro)
Sour got me dumb hot
Run up you a dumb got
When a nigga upright in the street and let the sun drop

Bruh this nigga lung frost
Snitch and we gon’ kill you (Kill you, uh)
Actin’ like you with it, don’t forget I know the real you

Bitches on my body
Tryna give me mozzy
Addicted to this lifestyle, now this shit a hobby

Por eso es que yo ando con mi ganga (Ganga)
Al armero le compramo’ lo’ R y lo’ AK (AK) (Prrr)
700 en el cuello, te muere’ si trata’ (Trata’) (Trata’)
Aquí no hay miedo, cabrón, lo’ tuyo’ se trancan, yeah (Prr-ra) (Eh-eh)

Por eso es que yo ando con mi ganga (Ganga)
Al armero le compramo’ lo’ R y lo’ AK (AK)
700 en el cuello, te muere’ si trata’ (Trata’) (Ah)
Aquí no hay miedo, cabrón, lo’ tuyo’ se trancan, yeah

Bry-Bry-Bry-Bry-Bryant My-
Bryant Myers
This is the Remix
Dímelo French
Dímelo Lil Tjay
What’s poppin’?
Millo Gang Music
Richie Rich
Cromo La X

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