[Hook]
Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch
I got gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch
I got gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch
We gone make it rain in this bitch, rain on a bitch n***a
I got gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch
I got gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch
I got gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch
We gone make it rain in this bitch, rain on a bitch n***a
I got gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch
I got gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch
I got gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch




[Verse 1: Lud Foe]
I got gang in this bitch, gang got yo bitch
I can't give no fame to a bitch
I swing on a bitch
Better watch yo tone cause we brought them things in this Bitch
I was in the field doing hits so I'm with the shits
Rollin off the pills in the club high in that bitch
N***as lyin in they rhymes and I'm tired of this shit
And I just walked inside the mall and bought whatever I want
Remember trappin out the bando like how many you want
And yea I know that that's yo bitch but I can fuck when I want
And I heard n***as talking boy this is not what they want
These bitches play they roles when they come to me
Them bitches turn to hoes when they come to me
Lookin for some dope n***a come to me
When you see me you'll be smart if you run from me



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[Verse 2: Stewie]
I got gang, gang, gang gangbang yo bitch
I don't spend a thing on bitch but gang to a bitch
Pull up in that thing I be switchin lanes in that bitch
Walk inside the club make it hurricane in that bitch
I got money in the wall
I'ma ball
Poppin pills like Tylenol shit dessolve
Doing 10 in like in a hour
Fuck the law
We gone line these bitches up
And we gone ball,ball,ball,ball
Trappin out the bando cause the we got all the blows
You don't want no smoke n***a we got all the Bo
Fall off in the club I get hugs from all the hoes
When we fall off in the mall we buy all the clothes
Gang,gang,gang,gang,gang
You a bitch and stain so you better tuck yo chain in this bitch


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[Verse 3: Lud Foe]
Gang in this bitch we ride foreign cars
Hit the fall fuck up like it's not tomorrow
I'ma dog I fuck hoes, young porn-star
N***a say he want smoke but he ain't never outside
Beam on this chrome I leave your brains outside
Grape Jelly inside Peanut Butter outside
Fucking with my gang that's like committing suicide
Snatch the doors off my car yea that suicide
Sipping on codeine
Bitch I lean, that shit got me tired
She say she wanna fuck wassup baby I'm the guy
Turn up at my shows with the gang bitch we always live
I put Forgios on that thing bitch we always sliding
You know how I'm rocking shit popping like I'm cookin fries
Rocket in my pocket I'm gone pop it if a n***a try it



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