[Intro: YGO Steppa]
I like this one, Will
Ayy, Ayy, Gang, Gang
Ayy, Gang, Gang, YGO

[Verse 1: YGO Steppa]
See the Gang, Take your chain, grab a heater
I’m a wet his ass up, preacher
Serving 3, 4, 5, leases
We gon step on his side, sneakers
I got stripes in the game, Adidas
When you mention my name, speak up (N***a)
Put the heat on his ass, he gon heat up
And lil bro finna ride, push his seat up
He get put on a shirt if he try me
He just running his lips, Kylie (Jenner)
Mac-11 my hip, Kyrie
We just hit a lick, spicy (Hot)
We pull up shoot it up, Spike Lee
My chain ain’t getting snatched, unlikely (On god)
I stay with them parts, O’ Reilly
And I’m getting this check, Nike (Gang)
She eat up the dick, Riley (Reid)
Put the stick on the glick, tightly (Gang)
I pull up and aim, precisely (bow)
Do the dash in the whip, high speed

[Verse 2: YGO Spiffy]
Every n***a in the stoop caught a body
Like a tag on a tweet come try me
Pull up to the party with my posse (My gang)
Whole gang we rock out, we off a Roxy (Off a Roxy)
Fuck n***a play get popped like a Molly
Roll the bricks out on a dolly
Put some red on his lips like Kylie (Kylie)
Can’t leave the crib with no glocky
We gon pull up with some Fayzos
N***a play dead I’m squeezing like Play-do (Squeeze)
Don’t question me, whatever I say go
Your bitch a slave, she do what I say so
And I’m having sauce like Prego (Prego)
Your bitch ate my Taki, she say that shit fuego
You would think I’m a vato, ho I keep them pesos
I got 7 feet cause I got everyday ho

[Verse 3: GucciBoyMelv]
I swear that she deep into rap (On god)
You talk like you bout it, you cap (You pussy)
My n***as got shooters in check
If you play with a n***a, they busting yo ass (On gang)
Stop selling your shit out, you trash (Fa sho)
Jugging hard just to get to the cash (Ayyy)
Bitch I’m hot and I’m all in my bag
Don’t care if they like me, I’m showing my ass
Make it freeze, when I pop out that glizzy
Them bullets gon clip him like we playing tag (Oof oof)
And your bitch steady tripping
She wanna get wit me but all I had do is his neck
Make him look like a dummy, When we gotta slide out
My n***as always gon crack
And when I get rich and I’m counting my bank
Me and gang finna pop out some tags
Bring out the heat like the summer
Big body n***a, no hummer (On god)
You ain’t touching gwop that’s a bummer
My n***as gon kiss it like hunnids
We getting that jelly, no smuckers (Yes sir)
I’m busting your ho down, no rubbers
She sucking my dick undercovers
We sliding rush hour, Chris Tucker