Gang Gang

[Intro: DJ Drama]

Shorty got potential, I could be her sponsor

I met her backstage at a Coke Boy concert

I can tell by her aura, she want Dram' the God, hahaha

[Verse 1: DThang]

Catch us an opp, we see him at the cage

Like, stop it and sell to be him, what it break?

When I get off PT, I don't miss

But I focus on music and how to get rich

Told the haters to get off my shit

Love, well, you all fell in love with my grip

Told the haters to get off my skin

Level you hope, fell in love with my grip

Like, gang, gang, gang, like, gang, gang, gang

Catch a head, then we takin' a trip

She like it that you crazy, you know that you lit

And for one, better stay with a stick

'Cause they know how I am when I [?] shit

And I'm gettin' paid for the walkthrough

If I spot 'em, I shot 'em, you know that I saw you

Nigga, it's up, better watch who you talk to

Like, baby girl, I'm a doctor, you know I ain't for you

We tote knockers on knockers on knockers

At the block, don't hate, that's his father

Our thots, when they block, finna stop it

Like, scream "RPT" and our bitches gon' cop it

Our thots, when they block, finna stop it

Like, scream "RPT" and our bitches gon' cop it (Gangsta)

They know you the one that be stylin'

Send shots, fell in love with the violence

So I see all my opps want attention

But I fall, I bust all that shit down and listen

We just gon' sign like "Kay, keep drinkin'"

Don't stop 'til the whole clan missin'

And since I was thirteen, my fingers was itchin'

Tried to sort out, but they really bitches

And I got highways, I go trippin'

If I fuck her double, then she start reminscin'

And the opps better do what they said

Can not lack, I keep one in the head

Like, remember times I ain't have no bed

Now I got that bag and I'm flyin' the rag (Gangsta Grillz)

[Verse 2: King Combs & Kenzo B]

You wanna be a shot caller, huh? You wanna hang with the ballers

I got some niggas that drill you, lift you, spin you, in that oder

Cuban link, my Audemar, I'm on fun, not fallin' off

I could turn you to a star, if I put you on my arm

Movin' and lootin' a sprinter, she wanna be with a winner

You go [?] for the dinner, she ain't the same when I'm with her

You gotta pay just to hit her

Get her a bag, it's a Birkin, Maybach for the curtains

Hoes talk, they be chirpin', OnlyFans, she be twerkin'

Hit me up if it ain't workin', like, gang, gang, gang

Like, my chain swing, like, hoppin' out the Range, like

Prezi Plain Jane like, bitch wanna stay the night

Bad bitch, she hype, could've went and passed her life (Kenzo B)

Gang, gang, gang (Look)

[Verse 3: Kenzo B]

Big money, big chain, everythin' big when it come to a boss

I kept my mind on the money, these bitches

They wanna live lavish, but they can't afford what it cost

I ain't takin' no loss (I ain't takin' no what?)

Turned my L's into lessons and now I'm above (Like)

All of them niggas that ain't show me love

Now it is what it is and it ain't what it was

They say I'm movin' different

If they wasn't hatin', they wouldn't be pressed (Facts)

And it ain't no debate

When a bitch look at me, all that bitch finna see is a threat (What you see?)

When I speak, all them bitches gon' listen, they still gon' be stressed

But I'd rather a pussy that know that she pussy

Instead of a pussy who pumpin' her chest (No cap)

But they still gotta show some respect

I put my all in this shit

I'll be damned if I go change and let 'em trick me out my spot (Grrah)

Bought out the switch and I don't gotta worry

He blitzin' if shit get sticky with the opps

I be big B, I be callin' the shots (Baow)

Laughin' the way, while they takin' my orders

Came a long way from the block to the top

All these niggas my sons and these bitches my daughters, grrah

[Outro: Kenzo B]

I'm in here