[Hook]
You ain't fucking with my Gang, Gang, Gang!
I get to busting with my Gang, Gang, Gang!
Ain't no discussion with my Gang, Gang, Gang! (Gang in this bitch!)
You ain't fucking with my Gang, Gang, Gang!
I get to busting with my Gang, Gang, Gang!
Ain't no discussion with my Gang, Gang, Gang! (Gang in this bitch!)
[Verse One: Bam Bino]
Boy, why you fronting!
You ain't gon do nothing, my gang on that murder shit
Tro dat, now you heard of it
Lil' bro giving shots from his thirty clip
I had to get it on the back blocks
Big Gs, hear me bugging at mass cock
Bank rolls, had to get it out the trap spot
Bang-bang, hit that n***a with a snapshot
N***as mad, see they hating cuz I'm up next
Grind hard, gotta get it, I ain't done yet
On my momma, getting guala
Yeah I touch checks, My heart missing
I'm just different, ain't no love left
But I'm still on that same shit
Run up dumb fuck, get yo face hit
Smoking dope, pouring act' everyday, bitch
Flee team and we A-Squad gang shit
She love it
My pockets so fat, I spend money like "Fuck it"
Switching these lanes, when I get on, taking gang
Fuck n***a, gimme yo chain
I'm toting that thang, [?]
Been riding forever
This thunder gon hit you wherever and most n***as gonna change like the weather
I'm stacking this cheddar
Yo bitch suck my dick and I let her
Send shots to her head, no baretta
And I won't stop
Like Sevyn Streeter, her pussy [?]
[?]
They ain't have faith, now these n***as believers
Bars to bars, they tryna give me ether
Bars to bars, tryna give 'em ether
Ain't want no war, I'm in love with this keisha
[Verse Two: Money Millz]
For the money, get violent, we wyling
Free papi, he savage, he clapping, shit tragic
Shoot like a maverick, keep a big 30
I'm Curry, I'm shooting the basket
Bullets is free, you can have 'em
(Gang, Gang, Gang!)
Since a youngin', was bugging out, trapping
For the tro, bitch we wyling out
If they not outside, then we turn around
If they run up, then we climb 'em down
(If they run up, then we climb 'em down)
I'm G.D., free my n***as, all of them n***as is killers
We do not fuck with them n***as, we do not fuck with Gorilla
Broski, I follow them n***as
Point us out like chinchilla because n***as be plotting on n***a
On any block with the villa
In the East coast where they tote and most of my bros are on parole
(Yeah, yeah) Blake Griffin, we clipping
[Verse Three: Dah Dah]
They never split, swish gang finna dump shots
With one shots, n***as dump blocks
My gun got thirty bullets for one opp
They want props, don't give the shit, they shit yock
They want beef? Boy, we gon' see 'bout it
N***as always talking hot and they don't be about it
Take one touch, that gun bust, you see the body
I love stunting, I love hundreds, you see 'em doubt it
[Verse Four: Curly Savv]
It's Curly Savv, I ain't here for no intro
Long pole on my hip like a limo
When I shoot, better duck like it's limbo
I Get hit with this mac while you single
They jacking the lingo, hood star send shots through ya window
You don't like me cuz ya bitch on my dick
N***as be talking they shit, see me in person and shit
Ask for ya hang on my hip, bitch its a 30 in there
Run up, reload up the blic
Fresh out the shots in the clip
He yelling out: "Bro, yo I'm hit!"
He yelling out: "Bro, yo I'm hit!"
He yelling out: "Bro, yo I'm hit!"
Tell him: "Bro, lay low", load the mac up
Run down, pump fake, better back up
Think its game? Pussy n***a wanna act up
Lil' hype ass n***a get slapped up
[Verse Five: Dah Dah]
If you don't like me, N***A YOU COULD SUCK DICK!
I'm wit' da As and the stars and we run shit
N***as don't touch bread on some bum shit
Hol' up, I think these n***as on some dumb shit
[Hook]
You ain't fucking with my Gang, Gang, Gang!
I get to busting with my Gang, Gang, Gang!
Ain't no discussion with my Gang, Gang, Gang! (Gang in this bitch!)
You ain't fucking with my Gang, Gang, Gang!
I get to busting with my Gang, Gang, Gang!
Ain't no discussion with my Gang, Gang, Gang! (Gang in this bitch!)
