[Intro]
And I'm still gangin'
Heard my name ain't left they mouths, choppa still sangin'
SOB, that's the clique, bitch, I still bang it
And we still ballin' on these n***as, bitch, we Bill Gatin'
Bitch, I'm Da— Bitch, I'm Da—
Bitch, I'm DaBoii, who the fuck is you n***a?

[Chorus]
And I'm still gangin'
Heard my name ain't left they mouths, choppa still sangin'
SOB, that's the clique, bitch, I still bang it
And we still ballin' on these n***as, bitch, we Bill Gatin'
And I'm still gangin'
Heard my name ain't left they mouths, choppa still sangin'
SOB, that's the clique, bitch, I still bang it
And we still ballin' on these n***as, bitch, we Bill Gatin'

[Verse 1]
Bitch, I'm DaBoii, that's what my real name is
Everywhere I shouldn't be, but it don't feel dangerous
Ball like Calvin, but not Klein, bitch, I'm still Cambridge
If I want the shit, then I'ma take it, you can kill patience
They know me everywhere I go, but I don't feel famous
N***a, I just downed a fifth of Henn, but I don't feel faded
N***a, I ain't been to church in years, but bitch, I'm still prayin'
Pop in the hood and fix the issue, we got real manners
I'm comfortable up in the club, I brought the strap in here
I bet yo' life I'll up that bitch if n***as acting weird
We grab the Wock' by the brick, I never had a beer
Black hoodie zipped to the top, that's my savage gear
When I see n***as, n***as run, n***as Cheetah Girls
You that dog that get excited when you see a squirrel (Nerd)
Hair still nappy as fuck, you'll never see a curl
Might throw a punch that I can eat but I ain't eatin' pearl
[Chorus]
And I'm still gangin'
Heard my name ain't left they mouths, choppa still sangin'
SOB, that's the clique, bitch, I still bang it
And we still ballin' on these n***as, bitch, we Bill Gatin'
And I'm still gangin'
Heard my name ain't left they mouths, choppa still sangin'
SOB, that's the clique, bitch, I still bang it
And we still ballin' on these n***as, bitch, we Bill Gatin'

[Verse 2]
Put on my shades when I leave home and then start actin' different
When we start handing out them L's we ain't rematching n***as
He dissed the gang and got popped up, now bitch, who laughing wit' 'em?
I'll Money Mike a ho and get to slappin' bitches
I'm like A.I. up in the booth, I'm yelling, "Practice, why?"
'Til I'm up some shit I can't pronounce I won't be satisfied
Take a n***a head up off his shoulders, what you had in mind?
Heard the opps looking for Fang like I have him advertised
Big body yokin'
Shout out Clyde The Mack from the West of Oakland
Every time I shoot my shot, it's like the shit wide open
When I was young, that's when the game got soaked in
I smoke lots of trees, so come and cop from me
Bitch, it's DaBoii, two Is no apostrophes
I gets guapanese and send shots for free
Three opps, one thirty, ten shots a piece, on the gang
[Chorus]
And I'm still gangin'
Heard my name ain't left they mouths, choppa still sangin'
SOB, that's the clique, bitch, I still bang it
And we still ballin' on these n***as, bitch, we Bill Gatin'
And I'm still gangin'
Heard my name ain't left they mouths, choppa still sangin'
SOB, that's the clique, bitch, I still bang it
And we still ballin' on these n***as, bitch, we Bill Gatin'