No ØZone Lyrics – DThang (feat. VonOff1700)

Close The Door, Edai
Pass The Lighter
Gang, Gang, Gang (Like)
For One (For One)
Hold On ([?])
You Not Gon’ Mention My Name
(I’m On Gz Star Mode Right Now, I Ain’t Gon’ Lie)
For No [?] (Emrld, Gz Star, O [?], Hahaha)
Y To The Gz, Gz To The Sky,
Never Put An O Before My Y (Like, Niggas Really Be Trollin’)
Grrah, Even My Guela Know That (Might Not Never Get Some Money)
Gang, Gang, Gang (Like)
Rpt (I Came Back, Now We Up Now), Four-sev’, Four-sev’ (Grrah)
Like, B!tch (Grrah, Grrah)
Look, Gang, Gang, Gang

Said All Of My Opps, They Bums (On Bro)
Said All Of My Opps, They Broke (Gang, Gang, Gang)
Like, Push Up On Who? (Like, Push Up On Who?)
That Nigga Must Think I’m A Joke (Grrah, Grrah, Grrah, Grrah)
And I Can’t Get Lined By A B!tch (At All)
I Know Edai, He Totin’ A— (On Bro)
Forgot We On Parole (Uh, Like)
Like, Wanna Book Me, That’s Thirty A Show (Gang, Gang, Gang)
On Bro, And My Watch Is On Froze (Like, Ice)
Money Callin’, So I Gotta Go (I Gotta Go)
I Got Niggas Still With Me Tryna Catch A Soul (Grrah, Grrah, Grrah, Grrah)
So Don’t Just Be Flexin’ Your Chain (At All, At All)
Don’t Just Be Flashin’ Your Watch (At All, At All)
You Gon’ Get Put In A Box, Like (Gang, Gang, Gang)
Oh, She Jackin’ The Opps? (Jackin’ The Opps)
And They Know What We Did On That Block, Like (Like, Get That—)
Like, We On The Highway Sturdy, Driftin’ (Skrrt)
We Gon’ Get Low From The Cops (Boom, Boom, Boom)
Like, She Wanna Fu*k (Like, She Wanna Fu*k, Huh?)
Thinkin’ She With Me, I Know She Be With The Opps (Hd, Hd)
On Bro, And She Know I’m A Dog (Like, What?)
Make It Clap Like A Round Of Applause (Like, Smoochie)
And She Know I’m A Dog (Like)
Make It Clap Like A Round Of Applause (Hd, Hd)
And Know I Could Just See All The Hate (Like, What?)
And I Could Never Relate (I Could Just See It)
Like, How You Gon’ Call Me Your Brother (Like, How? What?)
But You Tryna Tarnish My Name? (Don’t Do That)
You Know How Much Shit I Done I Did? (On Bro)
I Really Put On For My Gang (On Bro)
Like, I Really Be Standin’ On Business (Rpt)
I Got Booked, I Ain’t Mention No Name (Four-sev’, Four-sev’, Alright)
Like, And I Really Work Hard For Woo Lotti (On Bro)
I Really Made It His Shit (R.I.P. Woo, Dumbass)
Every Time I Call His Mom (What?)

When She See Me, She Smilin’ And Shit
(She Just Be Happy, You Know That)
’cause She Know I Do This For Him
(She Know I Do It, Free My Hood, Nigga)
And She Know I’m Never Gon’ Switch
(Grrah, Grrah, Grrah, Free My Hood, Nigga)
How You Mentionin’— (At All, At All, Fu*k Your Hood, Nigga)
And, Nigga, You Never Did Shit
(Like, You Know That, At All, At All)

We Hit His Ass All In His Leg, But The Nigga Ain’t Die,
But I Bet You He Walk With A Limp (His Dumb Ass)
When We Bounced Out On Him (Stupid),
Nigga, I’m Yellin’, “Don’t Run” (Don’t Run),
Dthang Yellin’ Out, “Don’t Trip” (Don’t Trip, Don’t Trip)
He Posted On The ‘gram (His Dumb Ass), So I Know That He Ridin’
Catch Him In Traffic And Beat Up His Whip (Don’t Hide)
I Aimed At His Neck, But The Nigga Was Duckin’,
That’s How His Dumb Ass Got Shot In The Lyft (Caught One To The Face)
Start Spinnin’ They Shit At 2, By 2:25,
They Heard A Nigga Got Killed (A Nigga Was Dead)
We Got A Whole Hundred Shots,
Where Is Y’all At? We Tryna Drop Us A Wilt (Know That, Brrt)
Last Nigga Dissed On The Gang,
We Put Him To Sleep, Go Get That Nigga A Crib (He Gone)
No, I Do Not Wanna Fu*k (Forever),
Look At Your Body, I Don’t Like How That Shit Built (B!tch)
When I’m Not Rappin’, I’m Lookin’ For Niggas,
So How Niggas Lookin’ For Me? (The Fu*k?)
You Want A War With The Gang, My Best Advice,
You Better Get You A Heat (Grrt, Bah)

Last Nigga Put On A Show, Got Clapped Up,
We Put His Ass On Tv (Know That)
For The Niggas That Laugh At My Glasses,
When I’m Chasin’ You Down (Grrah), Nigga,
I Hope You Could See
(Grrah, Grrah, Boom, Come Here, Come Here)

Ayo, Von, Let’s Slide On The Opps,
I’m In A Trackhawk Right Now Comin’ To Get You (I’m Comin’ To Get You)
Alright, Bet, My Heart, I Just Got Us Two New Guns
That’s Louder Than Missiles (Grrah, Grrah, Grrah, Grrah, Boom)
Like, And I Got A Smooch In The Back Of My Car
Tryna Make An Opp Show His Location (Like, Like, Smoochie)
Uh, Put On Your Masks And Gloves And
Turn Off Your Phone When We In Rotation (We Slidin’)
Like, Now We On They Block (We Spinnin’)
We Spinnin’ Again (Get That Nigga)
Ain’t Nobody Outside (Where They At?)
We Gon’ Park Up And Land (Grrah, Grrah)
We Was Posted For Hours,
They Dumb Ass Ain’t Never Come Out,
Had To Ask Her, “Was This The Right Lo’?” (Like, What?)
Like, Ayo, Von, Think We Spoke Too Soon,
Who That? See A Nigga Comin’ Out The Door (Get That Nigga)
I Think That He Gettin’ His Food,
It’s A Doordash Witness, We Killin’ Him Too (We Killin’ Him)
Like, And He Got An Order For Two (Okay),
When We Run In His Crib, We Gon’ Tie Up His Boo (Hd)
Now We Ready To Bounce Out The V (We Ready),
And We Come From Behind, So He Won’t Even See (He Won’t)
Like, I Already Got One In The Head (On Bro),
I Ain’t Cockin’ It Back, Now Let’s Walk Up On Feet (Uh, At All, At All)
Dthang Hit His Ass, Four-sev’,
I Chased His Ass Down And
Shot Him In The Knee (You Dumbass)
’cause Why Is You Runnin’ From Me? (Don’t Run, Come Here)
You Got Better Places To Be (Like, Know That)
Look, Not With Your B!tch (At All, At All)
Or Gettin’ Food
He Belong Six Feet Underneath (Grrah)
She Ain’t Got Shit To Do With The B
(Grrah, Grrah, Grrah, Grrah, Boom),
But We Take It Too Far, So Fu*k It, We Killin’ His Niece

We Killin’ That Lil’ B!tch, Nigga
Yo, It’s That Dthang Nigga,
Make ’em Get Jiggy Before We Shoot ’em,
You Heard? (You Know That)
Grrah (Free My Hood, Nigga, Fu*k Your Hood, Nigga)
Look, R.I.P. Woo (We’ll Come Extort Your Hood, Nigga,
No O’s, [?] Fours, Nigga)
Like, Yo, Long Live Rah
It’s A No O Zone, Nigga (Every O Shot)
Dumbass
Like, Even My Guela Know That (Fu*k You Talkin’ ’bout?)
Like, Yo, Von, Get That Nigga (You Know That)
Come Here