"Mango" lyrics
You know I can't go out like Bando
Bosh what? My nigga
25K, nigga, fuck you talkin' bout, my nigga
Still live in the DV
Smokin' DNS
You know I can't go out like Bando
So you know I be shootin' like Rambo
Bro got a Glock with a Kriss Vec' clip and a switch on the back, he'll leave you dismantled
You don't see shit get lit like a candle?
5.56 or 7.62's, see, I'm working some shit that you niggas can't handle
Back in the days, I was perkin' a six shot dirty revolver, feelin' like Django
Watch how I step back, work on my handles
Watch how his head back peel like a mango
Glock made a beat, it's a prod by Hitman
We had him dancin', doin' the tango
Last one shot, got caught on the camera
We watched him die from a different angles
One got left in his wheels broad day from a shot to the forehead, left him in shambles
SK died on the fourteenth floor tryna fuck somethin', I say the choice is a gamble
**** keep sayin' my name tryna get him some fame, it don't make no sense
Your best friend died and your **** got shot and you're sittin' in jail still playin' the net
Me and 2 Tray still live in the DV, better gwan easy
You know I can't go out like Bando (Huh?)
So you know I be shootin' like Rambo (Huh?)
Bro got a Glock with a Kriss Vec' clip and a switch on the back, he'll leave you dismantled
You don't see shit get lit like a candle?
5.56 or 7.62's, see, I'm working some shit that you niggas can't handle
Back in the days, I was perkin' a six shot dirty revolver, feelin' like Django
Im' feelin like Django, Django
Bosh what? My nigga
25K, nigga, fuck you talkin' bout, my nigga
Still live in the DV
Smokin' DNS
You know I can't go out like Bando
So you know I be shootin' like Rambo
Bro got a Glock with a Kriss Vec' clip and a switch on the back, he'll leave you dismantled
You don't see shit get lit like a candle?
5.56 or 7.62's, see, I'm working some shit that you niggas can't handle
Back in the days, I was perkin' a six shot dirty revolver, feelin' like Django
Watch how I step back, work on my handles
Watch how his head back peel like a mango
Glock made a beat, it's a prod by Hitman
We had him dancin', doin' the tango
Last one shot, got caught on the camera
We watched him die from a different angles
One got left in his wheels broad day from a shot to the forehead, left him in shambles
SK died on the fourteenth floor tryna fuck somethin', I say the choice is a gamble
**** keep sayin' my name tryna get him some fame, it don't make no sense
Your best friend died and your **** got shot and you're sittin' in jail still playin' the net
Me and 2 Tray still live in the DV, better gwan easy
You know I can't go out like Bando (Huh?)
So you know I be shootin' like Rambo (Huh?)
Bro got a Glock with a Kriss Vec' clip and a switch on the back, he'll leave you dismantled
You don't see shit get lit like a candle?
5.56 or 7.62's, see, I'm working some shit that you niggas can't handle
Back in the days, I was perkin' a six shot dirty revolver, feelin' like Django
Im' feelin like Django, Django
