[Intro: Polo G]
Ayy, gang
[Chorus: Polo G]
Add a K to TwinNem Gang, we gon' clap your ass up
Catch you lackin' while it's late, we gon' clap your ass up
Early morning broad day, we gon' clap your ass up
With your bitch on a date, we gon' clap your ass up
It ain't shit up for us to look, fuckin' Glizzy and masked up
Speed down your block, let that big .45 bust
Only gang niggas gettin' left when we ride up
Now we're somewhere low low, the jakes can't find us
[Verse 1: Polo G]
Niggas put up everything 'cause they know we take shit
Earthquake gang 'cause my boys love to shake shit
Don't fuck with niggas, keep a strap like a gay bitch
Them pistols cocked, duck your top or get your face hit
Put red dots on his head just like Blake Griff'
Them hollows hit him, he ain't livin', make him lay stiff
Talk to the cops, you gon' get popped, you better not say shit
Stay in the kitchen like Rachael Ray, I love to make shit
My shorties trappin', I'm the reason why they ballin', James Naismith
Got lots of ammo, come through like Rambo, bitch I got eight clips
Extended clip droppin' out like fuck a education
Paramedics, siren, chalk him out, detectives investigatin'
Bitch we some demons, we drop bodies and start celebratin'
We on a streak, you try to stop it, get eliminated
North Side nigga, 1300, I'm a Sed' baby
Backwood full of dead niggas got me elevated
Green twenties, pink fifties, blue hunnids is the vault shit
I'm eating good like I got two stomachs
Pop that pill at 7, I'm still rollin' at like 2 or some'
Belligerent, I got a problem, I'm gon' shoot some
Gang with it and all us aimin', who gon' do some?
I'ma die for mine, that's how me and my crew comin'
Pull up in a Cadillac, hangin' out the roof dumpin'
Old beef but I got new thumpers
The G's say "Pop out then", that's what I'm gon' do
Said I'm gon' slide, hop out that ride like I told you
Posted with the glizzy, get you dyin' waiting on you
I'm LeBron, Wayne Kyrie Irving he gon' score too
[Chorus: Polo G]
Add a K to TwinNem Gang, we gon' clap your ass up
Catch you lackin' while it's late, we gon' clap your ass up
Early morning broad day, we gon' clap your ass up
With your bitch on a date, we gon' clap your ass up
It ain't shit up for us to look, fuckin' Glizzy and masked up
Speed down your block, let that big .45 bust
Only gang niggas gettin' left when we ride up
Now we're somewhere low low, the jakes can't find us
[Verse 2: Lil Blast]
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
I stay fucking with the gang, yeah, get you changed, yeah
Young nigga selling caine for a lil change, yeah
Don't claim Gucci Gang, if you ain't from 'round here
Bitches fucking with the opps, niggas fucking with the cop
And If I see a opp, I bet I make his body drop
And I'm screamin "Free the gang" and "Rest in peace to Big Block"
1300 where it's at, yeah nigga we on top
And the opps ain't on shit, we stay slidin' through they block
And it's "Fuck Travis", stop lackin' up on clock
Yeah, me and D-Rose, late nights with the poles
Posted up on Gucci block and we bussin' 24s
Man we do this shit for TimTim, rest in peace to big bro
Catch a opp from the End, guaranteed we gon' score
Niggas hoes and they know, lying in they video
Everybody know my name, when they fucking see me tho
They like "Damn lil' shorty Wayne, you always keep that pole"
Yeah them niggas hoes, yeah they know they don't want no smoke
They some hoes and they know, under pressure they gon' fold
Fingers itching to blow, niggas know what I'm on, I'm tryna fuck up the score
You take two, we take four, gang
T'd up in the party and I'm bussin' off a molly
Anybody want a problem, they can meet my fucking shots
If I'm bumpin' with the opps, I might catch a couple bodies
Then it's back to the block, posted up with the Glock
And you know what's in the clip, I always keep a 30 shots
Gucci Gang, Twin City, yeah them young niggas hot
Yeah, fucking with my niggas you gon' end up in a box
FTE and B.O.B, my niggas posted on the block
And when they bumpin' with the opps, they gon' take off they top
Rest in peace to my niggas Gucci, Twins and Big Block, gang
[Verse 3: Lil Felton]
Rest in peace to Big Block
Rest in peace to my niggas Gucci, Twins and Big Block
Boy don't get caught lacking, it's too real in the field
You don't wanna see my niggas when they rollin' of a pill
Slide anytime a day, if we catch 'em it's a drill
Niggas know they ain't gang, we don't care about how they feel
I'm just chilling, smoking dope with Blast and Polo G
Niggas know that we the snakes, we be merching on the C
When it comes to lil' bro T-Gucci, we do some T's
I ain't talking sad boys, but we don't fuck with G's
I swept them in a 'wood, yeah that's the whole shit
12 got me in the jam, I don't even know shit
He must be a goofy, sayin' we don't tote shit
Lil' bitch we TwinNem Gang, we got twin glow sticks
B's up for Block, L's up for Twins, T's for T-Gucci
We them Cs from the Land
B's up for Block, L's up for Twins, T's for T-Gucci
We them Cs from the Land
Gang, gang, gang, gang
