[Intro: Doodie Lo]
All these n***as think they gangsters, they ain't gangsters, ayy
Draco to his fuckin' face, bitch
Let's get it
Gang, gang, gang

[Chorus: Doodie Lo]
All these n***as think they gangsters, they ain't gangsters, ayy (Bitch)
Pull up in a striker, Draco to his fuckin' face (Boom)
Ran out of lean, broski poured another eight (Lean)
Don't let them n***as gas you up 'cause you gon' die today
Foenem slide on them opp n***as (Slide)
Pillow talkin' to that bitch, she give yo' drop, n***a (Pussy)
Never cared about whoever don't rock with us (Gang)
C3 poppin' out the cut, bitch, he drop n***as

[Verse 1: Timo]
Pull up rockin' out like thirty with that chop, n***a
Don't fuck around with no off-brand pipes, wе got Glocks, n***a
Reach for this chain then have yo' brains all ovеr yo' socks, n***a
We ain't no rappers, we some fuckin' rock stars, n***a
Nikkos, Dracos, we got shit that go through cars, n***a
You think you gang, poppin' out with that shit'll get you robbed, n***a
We high-speed ready, make them bitches do they job, n***a
All my opps, they cliquin' up 'cause this shit hard
[Verse 2: C3]
Gang, you go that way, I go that way, I bet we hit 'em up
How they tryna beef with us and they ain't got enough?
Put that shit up on his head, them vultures hit him up
And he gon' need a ambulance to come and get him up
He tryna beef up on the 'net and I ain't into that
We catch 'em out, buck-buck, hit his fuckin' back
Like Timo, it's a go, we gon' get 'em wet
I put that shit up on Stone and that's gon' get 'em checked

[Verse 3: Doodie Lo]
They know that Doodie, he from Kankakee (Kankakee)
That last pussy n***a got killed tryin' to play with me (Facts)
How you sayin' you a killer but you told somethin'? (Bitch)
They phony, kids can see I'm up, they wanna hold somethin' (Fuck 'em), there he go
Fell out that car and take his top off (Grah)
He a ho, he be woofin', he ain't drop nothin' (Fuck 'em)
It's a go, get in traffic and go pop somethin' (Skrrt, boom)
I ain't go to school, I ain't had no locker
If they catch 'em, spot 'em, drop 'em
Xan and lean, I need a doctor, smokin' dope like a rasta
Get a bag, I got a lotta, I be trappin' like my father
OTF, them my loyal brothers (Bitch)
We came from that mud, but we blood brothers (But we blood brothers)
That n***a Zoo Wop, he be tweakin', he a motherfucker
[Chorus: Doodie Lo]
All these n***as think they gangsters, they ain't gangsters, ayy (Bitch)
Pull up in a striker, Draco to his fuckin' face (Boom)
Ran out of lean, broski poured another eight (Lean)
Don't let them n***as gas you up 'cause you gon' die today
Foenem slide on them opp n***as (Slide)
Pillow talkin' to that bitch, she give yo' drop, n***a (Pussy)
Never cared about whoever don't rock with us (Gang)
C3 poppin' out the cut, bitch, he drop n***as