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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rondonumbanine
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charles Moore
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm with the gang and you can't hang, 'cause we don't fuck around
I'm with the gang and you can't hang, 'cause we don't fuck around
They tryna stunt, these **** flexin', they ain't from my town
[Verse 2]
I'm with the gang and you can't hang, 'cause we don't fuck around
They tryna stunt, these **** flexin', they ain't from my town
I'm from that club where it don't cost to lay a **** down
Stay out our lane, we do our thing, and they don't make a sound
I'm with the gang and you can't hang, 'cause we don't fuck around
They tryna stunt, these **** flexin', they ain't from my town
I'm from that club where it don't cost to lay a **** down
Stay out our lane, we do our thing, and they don't make a sound
[Verse 3]
Stay out our lane, we do our thing, and they don't make a sound
I'm with the set, I'm with the squad, and we don't fuck around
We don't sneak diss no broad, we leave that for the clowns
He tryna stunt, he tryna flex, he ain't from my town
See this Stevie Drive and we drop Y's, it's fuck a Fathead
They say we lacking, how the fuck he get a fat head?
See we don't play, and these **** gay, and, bitch, I'm Simon Says
And, bitch, I'm sacked up everyday, saying, "Fuck the feds"
We on D Block, we toting Glocks, got thirty clips with them mops
Free D. Rose, bro, pop, I'll bite down, smoke yo' top
Cdai got twenty-two shots, and them taco shells so hot
Don't try and run, you gon' drop, and, bitch, I'm die L's to the opps
[Verse 4]
I'm with the gang and you can't hang, 'cause we don't fuck around
They tryna stunt, these **** flexin', they ain't from my town
I'm from that club where it don't cost to lay a **** down
Stay out our lane, we do our thing, and they don't make a sound
I'm with the gang and you can't hang, 'cause we don't fuck around
They tryna stunt, these **** flexin', they ain't from my town
I'm from that club where it don't cost to lay a **** down
Stay out our lane, we do our thing, and they don't make a sound
Written by: Charles Moore, Clint Massey