[Intro]
Uh

[Verse 1]
Both hands on the wheel
Shades on, you know it's real
Me and my bitch smoke and kill
We at the top, so we know the deal
My n***as got no chill
And we don't pop no pills
We just get money
Ain't tellin' on myself cause one of these n***as will
Pillow talking with me as your topic
These n***as funny than a muhfucker
Remember days I was broke
Then I seen it all come together
Good clothes for the bad weather
Good dope in my lungs
Surprisingly, this is what they wanted for me
It's room in the safe, so we ain't done

[Interlude]
I'm talkin' 'bout gangster-gangster
Real gangster shit, gang-gang, n***a
Gang over everything, we been doin' this shit
Fuck wrong with you lil' n***as?
Ain't shit changed, it's the motherfucking gang
Don't get gang banged on, and we rollin' up them planes
Taylor!
[Verse 2]
Gettin' checks in my sleep
Livin' my dreams, so I'm wide awake
Feel bad for the n***a Meek
I stay out of trouble in my hideaway
Might drive the foreign ride today
Might tell my driver he could drive
Started small, now we smokin' out the turkey bag
You a [?] turkey, these is hunting grounds
I'm the reason your son's serving pounds
She say my voice get her moist
We turn boys to men
Now we mentor you little boys
Treat the foreign whip like a toy
Or I'm pullin' up in my six-fo'
Rags to riches, killin' these n***as
Throwin' the body bags in ditches

[Interlude]
I thought I told you n***as, the gang ain't gon' stop
It don't matter what y'all n***as do
It don't matter what y'all n***as say
It don't matter how much y'all n***as copy our style
We the originators of this shit
It's the motherfucking gang
And if you forgot, we here to remind y'all n***as
Fuck wrong with y'all n***as, huh?
You bitch! Pittsburgh, Taylor Gang, Young Khalifa
Fuck you, and your stupid ass rules
Young bitch
Young ass n***a, hahaha