[Intro]
Tory on the beat

[Verse 1]
This TEC is gonna blow like a whistle, ooh
Like monkey get caught in the middle, ooh
That .40 gon' feel like a missile, ooh
'Cause all of these hollows gon' hit you, ooh
I ain't smoked a opp in a minute, yeah
But all of my n***as still with it, yeah
We ain't for a store, we gon' get it, yeah
Like grocery store bags, we gon' get 'em, yeah
My gun, it brush kids, it be payin' shit
Got guap, I got more then a bank and shit
Got up so these n***as gon' hate and shit
Gon' sound like my n***as on skates and shit
Not a calendar so I can't date a bitch
I will fuck you but, nah, I can't stay and shit
Like a FUBU thesе hoes, they be fakin' shit
Thеres a bag on my head, come and claim that shit
I ain't aimin' for leg shots
Like my gun is a camera, need head shots
Like a Indian, chopper got red dots
Pockets fat, on my momma, got bread knots
Like a Backwoods, my n***as gon' roll up
Sleepin' bags 'cause you n***as gon' fold up
I want money, I can't do no hold ups
Think y'all know me, y'all n***as don't know nothin'
[Chorus]
Ayy, G.A.N.G, we yellin', "Gang, gang"
T.A.K.E, my n***as stain, stain
B.A.N.G, them choppas bang bang
B.A.N.G, them choppas bang bang

[Pos-Chorus]
And my brother said 'cam you can't lack though
He want beef then we run through the back door
Like a field trip, my n***as gon' pack though
Lay him flat then we hittin' them [?]
I can rap but can still hit them high notes
I went deep in that water with high hopes
'Bout to drown but then little did I know
Should have listened to mama and not gone

[Verse 2]
I'm so grateful for shit that I got
Everyday I'm thankin' God 'cause I could be punchin' a clock
But still keep a Glock 'cause I know n***as gon' plot
And bitch I'm not tryna get shot
Got n***as in school and I got n***as that rap
But all of my n***as gon' hustle
'Cause we want the loot, give me a hundred a [?]
Lil' n***a gon' make the stack double
They want my cookies, can't get in my jar
D' hit me up, said, "You gonna go far"
N***as act rich but be shoppin' at marks
Always be trappin' I worry 'bout Narc's
These n***as on dicks, man, just come out the closet
I hop on a stage and these n***as applaudin'
Lil' n***a big ballin' but don't work for Spartans
Put n***as on hush when these benjis start talkin'
[Chorus]
Ayy, G.A.N.G, we yellin', "Gang, gang"
T.A.K.E, my n***as stain, stain
B.A.N.G, them choppas bang bang
B.A.N.G, them choppas bang bang

[Pos-Chorus]
And my brother said 'cam you can't lack though
He want beef then we run through the back door
Like a field trip, my n***as gon' pack though
Lay him flat then we hittin' them [?]
I can rap but can still hit them high notes
I went deep in that water with high hopes
'Bout to drown but then little did I know
Should have listened to mama and not gone

[Chorus]
Ayy, G.A.N.G, we yellin', "Gang, gang"
T.A.K.E, my n***as stain, stain
B.A.N.G, them choppas bang bang
B.A.N.G, them choppas bang bang