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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Loaded
Lil Loaded
Performer
YG
YG
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dashawn Robertson
Dashawn Robertson
Composer
Keenon Jackson
Keenon Jackson
Composer
Manyang Kual
Manyang Kual
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Timeline
Timeline
Producer
Ghost
Ghost
Recording Engineer
Emix
Emix
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Dance to this, bitch, if you gang bang (Bitch)
I don't give a fuck if we don't bang the same thing (Crip)
Dance to this, bitch, if you gang bang (Bitch)
I don't give a fuck if we don't bang the same thing (Crip)
I'm Lil Loaded, so these **** know I'm Crippin' (60)
I got some partners Bloods, so I know them **** drippin' (****, what?)
But we all still the same, we got Glocks with extensions (Boom, boom)
I might got a semi and it hold 'bout fifty (Goddamn)
I could bring 'em on the drill and I know they down to ride (Big shooter)
If I call my Crip ****, then I know they down to slide (Air it out)
.223's, F&N's, pull up with that fire (Goddamn)
I'm a real ass shooter, ****, I don't wanna drive (Lil' bitch)
Aye, dance to this, bitch, if you gang bang (Bitch)
I don't give a fuck if we don't bang the same thing (Crip)
Dance to this, bitch, if you gang bang (Bitch)
I don't give a fuck if we don't bang the same thing
Aye, aye
**** know what's happenin'
On Bloods, we gon' have to get it brackin'
The Glock on me and I'm two-steppin'
The cops on me, they know what I'm reppin'
Aye, I'm gang-gang for life, I can't opt out
When the goonies pop out, they gon' take some opps out
Yeah, wet your block up, bring the mop out
Aye, talk brazy, get your teeth knocked out
**** know I'm trippin'
Grew up with you, but you opp now, I treat you different
Piru ****, keep it west like my Smith and
He was faded off the lean, we caught him slippin'
Aye, dance to this, bitch, if you gang bang
(Aye, gang shit on a ****)
I don't give a fuck if we don't bang the same thing
Dance to this, bitch, if you gang bang (Bitch)
I don't give a fuck if we don't bang the same thing
I gotta face all of my opps, don't wanna die (I won't die)
These **** berry, berry sweet just like some pie (**** pussy)
Aye, I put that ball on your eye just like a stye (Boom, boom)
Aye, I got a beam on the end, you can't hide (Lil' bitch)
Aye, he ain't a soldier, he a ho up in disguise (That **** ho)
Play with that gang gang, and that's your demise (**** died)
Aye, execution so your mind just gon' get fried (Leave him fried)
Aye, slim bitches, said I don't like 'em wide (Slim bitch)
Aye, dance to this, bitch, if you gang bang (Bitch)
I don't give a fuck if we don't bang the same thing (Crip)
Dance to this, bitch, if you gang bang (Bitch)
I don't give a fuck if we don't bang the same thing (Crip)
Written by: Dashawn Robertson, Keenon Jackson, Manyang Kual
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