[Intro: YSN Flow]
Oh
Screaming gang, gang

[Chorus: YSN Flow]
I'm screaming gang, gang
Hope he got a poncho, hollows rain, rain
Up and down this block, them choppers bang, bang
Can’t hang 'round them snakes, I gotta change lanes
Oh

[Verse 1: Bae Bae Savo]
Can't keep up, I’m takin' off, bitch, I need millions
I got it tucked before my gang walk in the building
I pop a thirty, get in my zone, I can't feel them
Yellowbone, bad bitch, she rock Brazillian
Bitch, we gon' cash out and smoke big blunts in my trap house
Know we run them MAC's out, if you cross us, you get whacked out
I brought my ice out, it's a light show but it's lights out when that Glock blow
Four-five to his face, boy, now that case gone then we spin home in the foreign

[Chorus: YSN Flow]
Gang, gang
Hope he got a poncho, hollows rain, rain
Up and down this block, them choppers bang, bang
Can't hang ’round them snakes, I gotta change lanes
Oh
[Verse 2: YSN Ourt]
All my n***as pull up, we gon’ drill shit
Hop up out the whip with .44 Glocks, yeah, we gon' kill shit
Tell my momma I can’t come home 'til I get some millions
Perky's got my mind blown, swear that you don't know the feeling
I just keep on grinding, I ain’t begging for no deal
N***as claim they with me but they couldn't keep it real
But I can't go out like no ho, you know I keep a steel
These n***as claim that gang shit but was never in the field
I told my momma I'm gon' make it, move her to the hills
I told Lil' Flow let's go and now these labels on our hills

[Bridge: YSN Flow]
I'm screamin' gang, gang
Up and down this block, them choppers bang, bang
L462, ayy

[Chorus: YSN Flow]
I'm screaming gang, gang
Hope he got a poncho, hollows rain, rain
Up and down this block, them choppers bang, bang
Can't hang 'round them snakes, I gotta change lanes
Oh

[Verse 3: YSN Jayo]
I've been in my brain, even though how far I came
Attachments on my Glocky, it spittin', it shoot insane
Flow, me, Bae Bae, Ourt, hop in the booth and make a name
I just got out the pen, bitch, fuck them shackles and them chains
I popped a couple pills, feelin' it, I'm Grim the Reaper, we killin' shit
I swear to God, we ain't ever rich, I'm pullin' up with the baddest bitch
I made my pocket, I'm filthy rich, you get popped and you squealin', shit
You work with opps and we kill you, [?] my pockets overweight, break the stitch
Like I am blind, I might carry the stick 'cause we ain't never 'round trustin' shit, ayy, ayy
I swear, we ain't never 'round trustin' shit, ayy, I swear, we ain't never 'round trustin' shit, ayy
And yeah, hell no, we won't trust no bitch, 'cause we ain't never gon' trust no bitch
'Cause we ain't never gon' trust no bitch, you ain't never gon' top this shit