[Intro]
Gang, gang, gang
Gang-gang-gang
(Sosa On The Beat)
Gang, Bang
Gang, gang
Gang, aye
Aye, aye, aye
Cap gang, Cap gang
Cap gang, Cap gang
Cap gang, Cap gang
Cap gang, hell yeah
Capo gang, hell yeah
Capo gang, hell yeah
Capo gang, hell yeah
Capo gang, hell yeah
Capo gang

[Chorus]
I'm a lil n***a n***a, but I came to shoot
Thirty aimed at you
All these rappers they be so damn fu', pull up and do you
You's a dumb n***a, pull up to yo' block let it drum, n***a
Drop the gun, I just saw cops and I'ma run, n***a
I got thirty in my heater, ayy, ayy, do you want to meet her
My Glock .40 a grim reaper, ayy, let these hundred rounds blow
[Post-Chorus]
Pull up on yo' block, that's a Faneto

[Verse 1]
Baby girl it's now or never, baby girl, I gotta chase this cheddar
Hell naw, I cannot get fed up, pull up on yo' block it's a set-up
Ridin' down the opp block, gotta let this tool pop
Snatch my chain and I ain't goin', you know I'ma get to blowin'
For my chains they be so frozen, by my wrist you know I'm glowin'
N***as mad at me, because my pockets stuffed wit' that cake
And they really gon' be mad my .30 stuffed in they face
N***as ask am I'm fine, I done lost my mind
Got this Tec-9, now it's yo' bed time

[Chorus]
I'm a lil' n***a n***a but I come to shoot
Thirty aimed at you
All these rappers they be so damn fu', pull up and do you
You's a dumb n***a, pull up to yo' block let it drum, n***a
Drop the gun, I just saw cops and I'ma run, n***a
I got thirty in my heater, do you want to meet her? (Meet her, n***a)
My Glock .40 a grim reaper, aye, let these hundred rounds go

[Post-Chorus]
Pull up on yo' block, that's a Faneto
[Verse 2]
Look at me the wrong way let this K go to waste
Them bullets place up in yo' face, off the dope, boy I'm spaced
Smokin' on this Tooka (Off that Tooka pack)
Double trigger Ruger, ayy
Pull up like a scooter, I need me some shooter
My Glock longer than a ruler, smokin' on you losers
Got the Mac, it go rat-a-tat, shoot it to your back
I got the chrome, dressed in all black, and I'm off the Act'
Got the sack, I just spent it all, I'ma get it back
Got some guns and a couple choppers, don't make me attack, no
No-o, no, no, no

[Chorus]
I'm a lil n***a n***a but I came to shoot
Thirty aimed at you
All these rappers they be so damn fu', pull up and do you
You's a dumb n***a, pull up to yo' block let it drum, n***a
Drop the gun, I just saw cops and I'ma run, n***a
I got thirty in my heater, ayy, ayy, do you want to meet her
My Glock .40 a grim reaper, ayy, let these hundred rounds blow

[Post-Chorus]
Pull up on yo' block, that's a Faneto