Gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang, them bullets rain

If my mans fall down, he say no names, respect the game

For my **** in the chain gang behind the cage

We gon' blow a bag a day, the streets my safe, yeah

Gang, gang, gang, gang, I'm spittin' pain

My big bro was twirlin' gang bang, it's just a phase

In the spot, we got the blanks, so swipe the face

Couple bands up on a chain, I guess I'm paid, yeah

We up, we up

I spent that band on my feet up

They just gon' hate, they can't be us

Foreign is all of the cars and we link up

Exclusive designer, that's Dior

We popped out once, now the girls wanna see more

Hope my little uncle could see more

More than the streets and the ave, boost your ego

My shit gon' blast through the speaker

I'm number one, I don't pay for a feature

Oh, she hold it down, she a keeper

She puttin' it on for the gang like Lakiesha

CJ on court, he gon' hit like Serena

Guapo gon' play with the racks like he Venus

I am the GOAT, it's no need for repeatin'

We runnin' down, please don't make us repeat it

Brodie got locked for the Nina

We puttin' it on in the streets, they can't beat us

Put my soul in this like Aretha

Workin', I'm slavin', I don't need a breather

Kay Rick in the spot, we won't D up

Piece gonna flock this shit comin' from Rio

And my little man's gonna re-up

I call up Eggy, we gettin' in breesh mode

Gang, gang, gang, gang, them bullets rain

If my mans fall down, he say no names, respect the game

For my **** in the chain gang behind the cage

We gon' blow a bag a day, the streets my safe, yeah

Gang, gang, gang, gang, I'm spittin' pain

My big bro was twirlin' gang bang, it's just a phase

In the spot, we got the blanks, so swipe the face

Couple bands up on a chain, I guess I'm paid, yeah

Wish Brodie was here, but he never comin' out

Wish Owie was here, but he took another route

Shit got me thinkin', "Is Dad comin' out?"

And Taj, he had called me and said that, "I got it"

Wavy had showed me gorillas and goblins

Friends with the **** that's killin' and robbin'

I'm from the '30s and '50s where they know you shootin'

But they is not gon' do no talkin'

Click-clack, paint the picture, I'm talkin'

That's your homie, oh damn, he was talkin'

If I call BamBam for a problem, he solve it

Call ShaqShaq for a beat, it's a new hit, it's a new hit

If I called Ju for a 1008, it's some new drip

Bon sin spade on my chest, got shot by Cupid

550 bands make your bitch go stupid

Two, three bands make a **** feel ruthless

Mom's in pain, so I wrote some new shit

I'm with a gang, man, we gon' see millions

Ask Eggy who owned them buildings

Package, ship, and drugs was dealin'

I did wrong, before, I was stealin'

Safe to say that I learned my lesson

Before you complain, better count yo' blessings

Gang, gang, gang, gang, them bullets rain

If my mans fall down, he say no names, respect the game

For my **** in the chain gang behind the cage

We gon' blow a bag a day, the streets my safe, yeah

Bang, bang, bang, bang, I'm spittin' pain

My big bro was twirlin' gang bang, it's just a phase

In the spot, we got the blanks, so swipe the face

And you gon' play this shit again, it's on replay, yeah

Gang, gang, gang, RPG for life

RPG for life

We might take your wife

Yeah, yeah, yeah