[Intro]
Gangin', gangin', bitch I be gangin'
Gangin', gangin', bitch I be gangin'
Gangin', gangin', bitch I be gangin'
Gangin', gangin', gangin', gangin', gangin'
RBE X SOB
Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang
[Verse 1: DaBoii]
N***as ain't real as they say they is
Two hammers wit' me these my children, yeah Bebe's Kids
Ain't gotta explain nothin' to me, you can say the shit
Stop starin' at me, make it last come and take a pic
Gang shit, none more n***a none less
And it's still fuck the suckas 'til they put to rest
Had to cut my last bitch off 'cause she was such a pest
Play the game how the fuck I want, I don't fuck wit' refs
SOB X RBE, excuse me, pardon me
Gotta smoke to get my appetite, 'cause it be hard to eat
And what I bless my jeweler wit' I coulda paid your college fees
It's hard to deal wit' killin' in yo' heart, wit' us get popped wit' ease
Wouldn't have no views up in them songs if they ain't copy me
Soon as you think shit be goin' good, we come and stop the peace
And X this mothafucka slap, ain't even gotta stop the beat
[Chorus: Slimmy B]
N***a, gang shit pick these (pick these)
I can't let a n***a strip me (n***a what)
Shananae when I step, big C's (big C's)
Said I ain't got no cheese? Bitch please (bitch please)
Glock hold thirty, gave a n***a fifteen (fifteen)
Got ten bands in these ripped jeans (ripped jeans)
Was off the porch way before 16
And it cost five bands if you want a 16
[Verse 2: Slimmy B]
I'm thuggin' to the grave I got my mind made (got my mind made)
In that Aston Martin gettin' sideways (sideways)
N***as fuckin' wit' them snakes just like Sanjay
Tryna fuck on a Kardashian like Kanye
In the city all in Niemans blowin' big racks (big bands)
Reach for this chain and get popped like a tic-tac (boom, boom)
Choppa kick back, blow a sucka n***a's shit back
And if X on the beat you know the shit slap
[Chorus: Slimmy B]
N***a, gang shit pick these (pick these)
I can't let a n***a strip me (n***a what)
Shananae when I step, big C's (big C's)
Said I ain't got no cheese? Bitch please (bitch please)
Glock hold thirty, gave a n***a fifteen (fifteen)
Got ten bands in these ripped jeans (ripped jeans)
Was off the porch way before 16
And it cost five bands if you want a 16
[Verse 3: Yhung T.O.]
Yeah n***a, gang gang (gang, gang)
RBE sittin' on VVS, I let it hang (I let it hang)
Bitch you ain't fuckin' wit' no lame
And why these hatin' n***as throwin' salt up on my name?
I be big money ballin' n***a big B's (big B's)
Legendary on my neck it cost me ten G's (ten G's)
And if a n***a want a verse I need big fees (big fees)
And I need all my blue hundreds crispy (crispy)
And I ain't talkin' wit' these n***as, like for what? (like for what)
Ain't no comin' back when these n***as lives is up (lives is up)
Audemars 50 bands, you wanna fuck? (wanna fuck)
And you ain't even bad as my bitch, got these n***as mad enough
Oh, all these n***as wit' that pretendin' all that fakin' shit (all that fakin' shit)
If he feel some type of way then n***a say that shit (n***a say that shit)
Oh, Glock wit' 30 on this bitch this the straightest clip
And when I send all these shots he gon' hate he dissed
[Chorus: Slimmy B]
N***a, gang shit pick these (pick these)
I can't let a n***a strip me (n***a what)
Shananae when I step, big C's (big C's)
Said I ain't got no cheese? Bitch please (bitch please)
Glock hold thirty, gave a n***a fifteen (fifteen)
Got ten bands in these ripped jeans (ripped jeans)
Was off the porch way before 16
And it cost five bands if you want a 16
N***a
[Outro: Lul G]
Man, man hell naw, fuck that
N***as already had they chance
Pick a side n***a, you wit' us or against us?
Hold it down or get ran over
If you rockin' you gon' ride
If you not ridin' you gon' die
It's us or nothin', ain't no in between
Bitch
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang
