gang

[Intro: Ken Carson]

Yeah

Yeah (Ha, ha, ha)

Yeah

[Verse 1: Ken Carson]

I ain't got no friends

I'm posted with the gang, you a lame, you can't get in

I love my niggas, they my gang

Hell nah, they ain't got no friends

He just pop pills and sip drank

He'll never be like Ken

I took a hundred out the bank and I put it on your mans

He ain't got nothin' in the bank, he broke as fuck, look at his pants

Got like four mil' for my advance

I ride around town with a bitch from France

I do what I want, you do what you can

I do what you don't, 'cause I got them bands

If you ain't talkin' money I can't hear what you sayin'

[Verse 2: Lil Tecca]

Do what I do, don't care what you sayin'

My life is a movie, livin' on demand

I been that nigga, but now I'm the man

Saw niggas switched up, took a different stance

I seen the racks and took a second glance

How you move funny and fuck up a chance?

I know she gon' do it for you, but I bet the bands finna make her dance

Showin' no effort, I already know it

Feel like I'm Sosa, already glowin'

Chill with the ones, bitch, we so chosen

East to the West, I be still coastin'

I might just hit this bitch, then I be ghostin'

They doin' the most, I ain't tryna be noticed

Don't fuck with these niggas, "bro" that, "bro" this

You don't even got that, bought that, sold this

[Verse 3: Destroy Lonely]

Yeah

I just hopped off my motherfuckin' flight, yeah

I'm scrollin' on my fuckin' phone, yeah

I'm thinkin' what ho I'ma try, yeah

I just pulled up to my telly, bitch, and now I'm finna get high, yeah

I just hit that lil' bad-ass bitch, but I can't make her mine, yeah

You niggas pull up and try this shit, I swear to God they die, yeah

Racks in, but I spent all that shit, on me Number (N)ine, yeah

YSL my jeans, lil' bitch, yes, I get stupid fly, yeah

When I touchdown on the East, bitch, yeah, we play with them Five's, yeah

Bitch, I'm with my guys, woah, bitch, I'm way too fried, yeah

Bitch, I'm way too high, can't eat, lil' bitch, I order fries, yeah

These niggas, they fake as fuck, yeah, they just in disguise, yeah

And these niggas don't make enough to go to war with I

[Verse 4: Ken Carson]

These niggas don't make enough

Boy, I know your life real tough

I'm chasin' that bag, I'm countin' it up

I ain't gotta brag you know what's up

Boy, look at the tag my bitch ran up

I just dropped a bag on me and her

These niggas be starvin', I'm eatin' up

These niggas be sober, I'm geekin' up

You dream about that bitch, I'm freakin' her

This a Rolls Royce, ain't no Jeep in here

I spot an opp, now I'm creepin' up

Say hello to my Glock, let's meet, good luck

You know how I rock, bitch, I don't give no fuck

He mad at my cock, 'cause it been in her

He ain't sendin' no drop, 'cause he scared as fuck

If that boy send the drop, then we tearin' it up

Here, you know that we sprayin' it up

Pass me the ball, bitch, I'm layin' it up

I swear this shit be easy as fuck

Hit your ho from the back, she was greasy as fuck

You be claimin' that bitch, she be eatin' dick up

You broke and we rich, you can't mingle with us

You say that she yours, but she single with us

I was fuckin' that bitch, we was on the tour bus