[Intro: Lul G]
RBE, SOB, man, that's the gang, man
Fuck you suckers for you other n***as I ain't fuckin' with
(RBE, SOB, that's the gang, bitch)

[Verse 1: DaBoii]
What you fuck n***as sayin'?
GLOCK in the party, I be strapped like a gay bitch
N***as lane changin', don't know where they lane is
I carry big bills, nah, n***a, I ain't changin'
Slide down, lil' n***a that's a trespass
Named the whip Ralph, with them straps we'll wreck that
Throw a dime with the Glock like a chest pass
A n***a run up, big shells where his legs at
Strictly Only Brothers, if you not you irrelevant
Big clips longer than the trunk of a elephant
A n***a stressed out, pourin' fours for the medicine
Circle like a dot where a white bitch freckles is
Get paid, fuck beef, n***a, get paid
Cops come, lil' bro, switch lanes
Uppercase, young n***a tote a big K
And all our guns hoes, run up, n***a, get laid

[Verse 2: Lul G]
Speakin' down on a n***a, you a ho, n***a (You a bitch)
Why you lyin' actin' like you totin' poles, n***a? (You ain't)
Catch you lackin', guarantee it's a score, n***a (Boom Boom)
Talkin' all that cash shit but you broke, n***a (You broke)
Watch we send fucks out to some fuck n***as (You a bitch)
Learn the sound when them hollows get to bust, n***a (Boom, boom)
Some n***as gettin' visits, others is missin'
All you hear is body droppin' and them the cuffs click
SOB the gang, all my n***as with the shit
I'll bust at a opp and I'll bust at a bitch
No drive-bys 'cause my n***as tryna score
Young n***a with the shred, quick to trip and up the pole (Tear it off)
Shit real in these streets, you gotta play it right
Don't let the bitch be the reason why you lose your life
Never lyin' on this shit, I'ma tell the truth
I ain't gon' rock with that [?] if I ain't gon' shoot
[Verse 3: Slimmy B]
These n***as can't stand us, LOL, for what though?
'Cause we the reason n***as' main bitches gettin' fucked on
Keep a small circle, new n***as, I can't trust those
These bitches fuck whoever bills bigger so it's fuck hoes
I go down and they get me in that room, I'm on hush mode
North Vallejo turf n***a, Crestside, cutthroat
XD, Gleekos, Dracos, we bust those
And every n***a that I call brother I'll bust for
Shooters everywhere, get you smacked for a band
Leanin' off this two-liter Sprite, thank the cough man
Fuck talkin', slide through and get to sparkin'
This funk'll have you n***as MIA like the Dolphins
SOB the gang, we the n***as talkin' cash shit
G got that K, quick to make a n***a backflip
Woodgrain chop but I'm rockin' with this plastic
And money blue or green, I'll get it out a fat bitch, n***a

[Verse 4: Yhung T.O.]
Every since day one, I been the same n***a
Please don't confuse me for a lame n***a
Thirty shots in that GLOCK with no aim, n***a
Eleven shots in that stock, sprayin' paint, n***a
Circle got small, I can't trust n***as
Bitch, I been a hot n***a since a young n***a
Took a loss but you never seen me run, n***a
Thought I'm dumb, n***a, 'til his face meet this drum, n***a
Ten deep in them foreigns ridin' back to back
Catch a opp n***a slippin', runnin' lap to lap
All blues in my loaf, n***a, stack to stack
And she gon' do all my bros, n***a, back to back
Ha, yeah, n***as know the gang, n***a
Talk shit when it's diamonds in your chain, n***a
All chrome 32s, had to tuck that
Two-tone .380, had to bust that
Upgraded to that GLOCK, bitch, don't touch that
And it ain't on my hip if I won't bust that
Clutchin' in the party, n***a, clutch back
Put that barrel to his face, blow his buff's back
Make a n***a strip like a thot bitch
Call that chop Ray Rice how it drop shit
Doin' pop-ups, mom's house, TEC shots
Two Glocks, headshots, Young Money, Bed Rock
Mans turned on me so he gotta catch a leg shot
Fuck cops, fuck opps, 40 in the tuck spot
Bitches want a n***a off the fame, I can't trust thots
SOB the gang with more chops than a gun shop, bitch
[Outro: Lul G]
Ah, thirties, fifties, hundreds
Bitch, we got 'em, bitch, we been gettin' money
Talk shit when it's diamonds in your chain, bitch
SOB the gang, bitch