[Intro: CHXPO]
Gang, ayy
You already know how we mob
Rubberband Money Gang BandSquad (Gang, gang)
BMB (The real TTK)
Lil' CHXPO, n***a, Taliban World, n***a
Goth Money, n***a, you already know how we mob, n***a
Yeah, sickboy shit, n***a, Sick Gang (Lil' grimey, lil' rari)
Band Gang, n***a, Rubberband Money Gang, n***a (Squad, squad)
Fuck you up
Yeah, catch up, n***a (Squad, catch up)
Fuck n***a (Chxpsquad)
I be on that gang shit (On that gang shit)
You be on some lame shit (You be on some lame shit)
These n***as will suck some dick just to get famous
Fuck n***as'll bite that hand, I feed 'em
These n***as be fuckboys
A fuck n***a, you know that I don't need him
Could've kept your bitch, but I gave her back, ayy (But I gave her back)
I was in the trap, leave a n***a handicapped (Ooh, bitch)
Lil' CHXPO keep that strap, he really keep that strap
And everywhere I go it's shooters where I'm at (It's shooters where I'm at)
Me and-
Ayy, ayy
You already know how we mob
Rubberband Money Gang BandSquad (Gang, gang)
BMB (The real TTK)
Lil' CHXPO, n***a, Taliban World, n***a
Goth Money, n***a, you already know how we mob, n***a
Yeah, sickboy shit, n***a, Sick Gang (Lil' grimey, lil' rari)
Band Gang, n***a, Rubberband Money Gang, n***a (Squad, squad)
Fuck you up
Yeah, catch up, n***a (Squad, catch up)
Fuck n***a (Chxpsquad)
[Verse 1: CHXPO]
I be on that gang shit (On that gang shit)
You be on some lame shit (You be on some lame shit)
These n***as will suck some dick just to get famous (These n***as dickeaters)
Fuck n***as'll bite that hand, I feed 'em (They really will)
These n***as be fuckboys
A fuck n***a, you know that I don't need him (I don't need that fuck shit around me)
Could've kept your bitch, but I gave her back, ayy (But I gave her back)
I was in the trap, leave a n***a handicapped (Ooh, bitch)
Lil' CHXPO keep that strap, he really keep that strap
And everywhere I go it's shooters where I'm at (It's shooters where I'm at)
Me and my n***as put my hood on the map, ayy (On the map)
You not from the city, that's a fact (That's a fact, lil' n***a)
N***a, you ain't never cook up no crack (Never ever ever)
And you ain't ever let them choppers brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat, brrat
I be on that dumb shit (On that dumb shit)
I be on some fuck shit
N***a, I be thugging
Baby, I be drinking (I be)
Lean and I'm sipping (And I'm, and I'm)
These n***as be tripping (And I'm, they be tripping)
CHXPO keep it Scottie and go pimping (Bitch, I'm dripping)
This loud is so loud I can't even listen (Bitch, I'm dripping)
So icy with no jewelry, bitch, I'm glistening (And I'm dripping)
Watch me shine forever, Lil' CHXPO, bitch, I'm clever (I'm clever)
I got the streets fucking with me (I got the streets fucking with the kid)
These n***as got these rap n***as fucking with me (I'm really from the streets though)
N***as got these trap n***as fucking with me (I'm still in the streets, pussy)
Me and my n***as, bitch, I hang with killers
We got gorillas, we got bananas, we could come and get you
Ayy, and everybody really know
You a pussy ass n***a, boy, you ain't no fucking killer (You pussy, n***a)
And you ain't got no shooters, boy, you ain't got no shooters (Shooters)
You ain't got no jeweler
In traffic like Uber
Pull up with my shooters, we'll shoot you, we'll take your jewelery
We'll rob you for your fake chains n***a, don't make us do ya (Don't make us do ya)
All them rappers and they fake chains (And they fake lean)
Man, I swear this such a fake game
[Interlude: Black Kray]
Lords, lords
Warlords (Warlords), warlords, warlords (War)
Warlords (Warlords), warlords, warlord (War)

[Verse 2: Black Kray]
These n***as on some angel dust if they gon' war with us (War)
These n***as [?] gon' war with us
Devil stone, ayy, stick shit, Hummer truck (Woah)
Ten n***as, ayy, hopping out the dually truck (Woah)
And if a snitch lil' thot up in the trench we chop it up (Chop)
Bloody CHXPO, Bloody Band Gang, we chopping up (Chopping up)
These n***as [?] but acting like some [?], what the fuck? (The fuck?)
Guerilla pimp the game, smack a n***a like a slut (Ayy)
And send 'em to the bush and get the switch, I'll spank you up (Spank you up)
And make a n***a sit up in the corner, think it up (Think it up)
The fuck is going on? These n***as fell up on they head (Damn)
Why your bitches [?]? Ayy, your bitch want give me head
But I don't want the head right now, I'm busy counting bread (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And if a demon step up in the field we off his head
The real be the last, the fake n***as end up dead (Dead)
Blood on my dope runners, stepping on the snake heads (Dope runners, snake heads)
Gone like the [?], it is what it is (It is what it is)
Rock-a-bye, baby, night night, tuck ya in (Night, night, night, night)