[Verse 1: Hollygrove Keem]
Meet me at the finish line
I done hit your bitch too many times, she telling plenty lies
Trillest out, go and ask around who got the city locked
I don’t dance, I get in the pussy and I diddy bop
It’s ridiculous how these pussy n***as be hating us
Running bands up, countin’ money, getting paper cuts, yup
I’m chasing that bag, that’s of course
I need something foreign ho, she got an ass like a horse
Look that shit worth 200, in something you can’t afford
I ain’t really into stunting, I just do that when I’m bored
Take your bitch, put her in the condo, make her do the splits
On the dick, yeah I’m too legit, chain cost a brick
In the club wyling with my clique, mobbing in this bitch
Brody missed him with the handgun but got him with the stick
Either get down or you lay down, that’s the options you can get
Cool n***a but my hitters with the shits
Boy I’m really with the gang, hey
N***as always on some other time
But they dead broke, I got money on the other line
I put two fives in the bed, that’s a fucking dime
Don’t let rumors go up to your head, that’s a fucking lie
Go and ask your bitch, she say I’m fucking fly
Energizer bunny ‘cause I fuck a lot
I been hating coppers since they ran up in my fucking spot
I was just a youngin but they took away my fucking pops

[Hook: Hollygrove Keem]
Gang
N***a every time you see me, know I’m with the gang
I ain’t really tripping, n***as know I’m with the gang
I, n***as know, n***as know I’m with the gang
Live life but we happy though
Fuck around, n***a bury you
Bitch I’m with the gang

[Verse 2: Jay Jones]
Just give me the word and we gon’ chalk ‘em up
Draw ‘em up, got bitches and hitters with status
Run in your script with them ladders
All of my n***as too savage, all of these n***as is actors
All of these bitches is basic, none of these n***as is factors
You the type of n***a worry ‘bout your followers
Them n***as not with us, they imitating, tryna copy us
Body for a body, kill a squad before they body us
And for the gang I bang, fuck around and shoot the coppers up
Gang in this bitch, got my gang in this bitch
My lil shooter fuck around and take your chain in this bitch
I’m in V-Live with BTY, we make it rain in this bitch
Them n***as probably got a name in this bitch
But they ain’t fucking with the gang

[Verse 3: BTY Young’N]
Got all this ice around my neck like I ain’t dodging cold cases
Played the hand I was dealt, split him like a pair of aces
I remember when the bitches used to say I need some braces
Til I pulled up in that foreign, should’ve saw them bitches’ faces
Mix a lot, I tie my laces, patience, my chopper long
I bring that beef to a n***a’s front door like Papa John’s
These n***as know I blow that paper, I ain’t talking Easy-Y
So when they see me they be screaming girl there go BTY
These n***as, they want see me die
Got plenty shooters, plenty guys
Them bullets burn, make a shrimp out anything like [?]
Shawty took me on a trip, yeah a trip to little Haiti
She said to meet her half way, I told her bitch I ain’t have fetty
I be riding through my city with that stick
Screaming yolo, by myself
On the low-low just like Ralph
On the polo
In this bitch already cocky
‘bout my cake like Betty Crocker
Diamonds yellow, they like hey wassup hello like Fetty Wap
And they say they gon’ murder who?
Got 32 in my extendo
Multiply it times two
That’s 64, ain’t no Nintendo
Poppin’ pills, smoking endo
Those pistols go bang bang
Don’t matter if I’m by myself or with the gang gang