Intro (Gangin) (Explicit)

Gangin' gangin' B***h I be gangin'

Gangin' gangin' B***h I be gangin'

Gangin' gangin' B***h I be gangin'

Gangin' gangin' gangin' gangin' gangin'

RBE X SOB

Gang Gang Gang Gang

N***as ain't real as they say they is

Two hammers wit' me these my children yeah Bebe's Kids

Ain't gotta explain nothin' to me you can say the s**t

Stop starin' at me make it last come and take a pic

Gang s**t none more n***a none less

And it's still f**k the suckas 'til they put to rest

Had to cut my last B***h off 'cause she was such a pest

Play the game how the f**k I want

I don't f**k wit' refs

SOB X RBE excuse me pardon me

Gotta smoke to get my appetite 'cause it be hard to eat

And what I bless my jeweler wit'

I coulda paid your college fees

It's hard to deal wit' killin' in yo' heart

Wit' us get popped wit' ease

Wouldn't have no views up in them songs if they ain't copy me

Soon as you think s**t be goin' good

We come and stop the peace

And X this motha****a slap ain't even gotta stop the beat

N***a gang s**t pick these

Pick these

I can't let a n***a strip me

N***a what

Shananae when I step big c's

Big c's

Said I ain't got no cheese B***h please

*****please

Glock hold thirty gave a n***a fifteen

Fifteen

Got ten bands in these ripped jeans

Ripped jeans

Was off the porch way before 16

And it cost five bands if you want a 16

I'm thuggin' to the grave

I got my mind made

Got my mind made

In that Aston Martin gettin' sideways

Sideways

N***as ****in' wit' them snakes just like Sanjay

Tryna f**k on a Kardashian like Kanye

In the city all in Niemans blowin' big racks

Big bands

Reach for this chain and get popped like a tic tac

Boom boom

Choppa kick back blow a sucka n***a's s**t back

And if X on the beat you know the s**t slap

N***a gang s**t pick these

Pick these

I can't let a n***a strip me

N***a what

Shananae when I step big c's

Big c's

Said I ain't got no cheese B***h please

*****please

Glock hold thirty gave a n***a fifteen

Fifteen

Got ten bands in these ripped jeans

Ripped jeans

Was off the porch way before 16

And it cost five bands if you want a 16

Yeah n***a gang gang

Gang gang

RBE sittin' on VVS I let it hang

I let it hang

*****you ain't ****in' wit' no lame

And why these hatin' n***as throwin' salt up on my name

I be big money ballin' n***a big B's

Big B's

Legendary on my neck it cost me ten G's

Ten G's

And if a n***a want a need big fees

Big fees

And I need all my blue hundreds crispy

Crispy

And I ain't talkin' wit' these n***as

Like for what

Like for what

Ain't no comin' back when these n***as lives is up

Lives is up

Audemars 50 bands you wanna ****

Wanna ****

And you ain't even bad as my *****

Got these n***as mad enough

Oh all these n***as wit' that

Pretendin' all that fakin' s**t

All that fakin' s**t

If he feel some type of way

Then n***a say that s**t

N***a say that s**t

Oh Glock wit' 30 on this B***h this the straightest clip

And when I send all these shots he gon' hate he dissed

N***a gang s**t pick these

Pick these

I can't let a n***a strip me

N***a what

Shananae when I step big c's

Big c's

Said I ain't got no cheese B***h please

*****please

Glock hold thirty gave a n***a fifteen

Fifteen

Got ten bands in these ripped jeans

Ripped jeans

Was off the porch way before 16

And it cost five bands if you want a 16

N***a

Man man hell naw f**k that

N***as already had they chance

Pick a side n***a you wit' us or against us

Hold it down or get ran over

If you rockin' you gon' ride

If you not ridin' you gon' die

It's us or nothin' ain't no in between

Gang gang gang

Gang gang gang

Gang gang gang

Gang gang gang

Gang gang gang

Gang gang gang gang