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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nardo Wick
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Horace Walls
Songwriter
Ahmar Bailey
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Horace Walls
Mixing Engineer
Kid Hazel
Producer
Tatsuya Sato
Mastering Engineer
Mathew Testa
Engineer
Lyrics
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang-gang-gang
Gang, gang, gang-gang-gang
Gang, gang, gang-gang-gang
Middle fingers up, shit, that's just the mood I'm in
I already showed they ass before, fuck it, show they ass again
Keep sayin' he gon' stand on business, why the fuck he ain't did it then?
Can't compare me to these ****, they ain't in the group I'm in
She keep tryna make me smile, say she like it when I grin
"Nardo, let me in your heart," not by the hair that's on my chin
Don't make promises that I can't keep, no, I'm not that type of man
But if a **** play, I promise he'll never— (Huh-huh), again (Mhm)
**** act like hoes, them hoes more gangster than these ****
Like the way that I put on my clothes, say I be cleaner than her ****
Hopped out, all they seen was flashes like we was takin' a bunch of pictures
I know a couple **** bangin' B like they Jigga
Just got off the phone with my mama, she say these **** ain't fuckin' with me (Ain't fuckin with)
I ride 'round with that Llama, no, this bitch not no semi
If I text you, "Vroom-vroom," that mean come ride me like a HEMI
Vroom, vroom, vroom that mean come ride me like a HEMI
Your lady say she like me, your lady say she love me
Your lady wanna fuck me (Uh, uh, uh)
I'm with all the fuckery, a **** better not fuck with me or shit gon' get real ugly (Uh, uh, uh)
My lil' ****'ll do you in like the first two letters in, "Universe"
If it go down right now, before I ask questions, I'ma shoot it first (Grrah-grrah)
You get a Hearse, switch on the glick, now it shoot in cursive
All the other bitches bad, but, baby, you the worst
Told me she ain't got no night clothes, told her, "Just put on my shirt"
She got that water like a ocean, and I'm bored, let me surf
Tryna beef 'bout a bitch get put thirty toes in dirt
Why the fuck he got his hand out? He ain't never put in no work (Uh)
Zoomin' 'round the backstreet doin' twenty in my circle (SRT)
Take off a **** face he touch these diamonds on my shirt
My **** damn near wrecked his whip, he say he dropped his Perc'
She left my house dumb as fuck, she pulled up with a nerd
If I had a million every time I loved a bitch, I'd be broke as fuck
If a **** play in this part of Broward, I ain't gon' lie, I'ma shoot the party up
I know I'm famous, if I catch that boy, I'ma fuck lil' buddy
All that advice, if my **** come through, it's, "Duh-duh-duh"
Hashtag gang-shit, hashtag bang-shit, hashtag crank-shit, hashtag flame-shit
Gang, gang, gang-gang-gang-gang
Written by: Ahmar Bailey, Horace Walls, Horace Walls III, Jonas Lee, Josh Walisiak, Kevin Gomringer, Simon Gaudes, Tim Gomringer