(Balenciaga gang, your sweater is a trend)

Gang and I, no chain on the neck
No black slave trade yeah, what the heck
Only time we ball’s in the club
When I say club, I mean red devils
There levels
Cos Ole’s on the wheel
Barrow
Flex in the Gucci you borrowed
Bank Account, well zero
Pay for this tomorrow

But listen
My gang is blood like cousins
You ghost on me, you’re buried
My former miss is missing
The gees with me are numbered
Your backstage pass is covered
Secure the bag together
You’re not my bro, don’t bother

Cash grow wings and so do friends
You’re not my guy, let’s not pretend
My word is bond like a book by James
You run your mouth but still you’re lame
Chill, I might get you a wheelchair
Long legs didn’t get you my spot yeah?
So now feel comfy in your wheelchair
On a date with shame, it’s a new year
Gucci gang, Gucci gang, Gucci gang
Me and my n***as on other things
Like investments and being kings
But your only dreams are wet dreams

But I might pull up in the Haiti
Summer with the right clique
Balling in the Nike
Kobe with the lightning

Gang and me might look like we hell bent
But chillax just look we’re heaven sent

But listen
My gang is blood like cousins
You ghost on me, you’re buried
My former miss is missing
The gees with me are numbered
Your backstage pass is covered
Secure the bag together
You’re not my bro, don’t bother
You’re not my bro, don’t bother, yeah