[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 never 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's 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 a Ruger, in traffic like Uber
Pull up on 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
[Verse 2: Black Kray]
-us -us
War with us (war wit us), war with us, -us -us (War)
War with us (War with us), war with us, warlord (War)
You n***as on some angel dust, you think gon' war with us (War)
You n***as finna bark your fuckin' head, 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 Private, chopping up (Chopping up)
These n***as son but acting like some daughter, 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 dick ride? 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, 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)