[Intro: Lul G]
RBE, SOB, man, that's the gang, man
Fuck you suckers for you other niggas I ain't fuckin' with
(RBE, SOB, that's the gang, bitch)
[Verse 1: DaBoii]
What you fuck niggas sayin'?
Glock in the party, I be strapped like a gay bitch
Niggas lane changin', don't know where they lane is
I carry big bills, nah, nigga, I ain't changin'
Slide down, lil' nigga 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 nigga 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 nigga stressed out, pourin' fours for the medicine
Circle like a dot where a white bitch freckles is
Get paid, fuck beef, nigga, get paid
Cops come, lil' bro, switch lanes
Uppercase, young nigga tote a big K
And all our guns hoes, run up, nigga, get laid
[Verse 2: Lul G]
Speakin' down on a nigga, you a ho, nigga (You a bitch)
Why you lyin' actin' like you totin' poles, nigga? (You ain't)
Catch you lackin', guarantee it's a score, nigga (Boom Boom)
Talkin' all that cash shit but you broke, nigga (You broke)
Watch we send fucks out to some fuck niggas (You a bitch)
Love the sound when them hollows get to bust, nigga (Boom, boom)
Some niggas gettin' visits, others is missin'
All you hear is body droppin' and them the cuffs click
SOB the gang, all my niggas with the shit
I'll bust at a opp and I'll bust at a bitch
No drive-bys 'cause my niggas tryna score
Young nigga 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 boot if I ain't gon' shoot
[Verse 3: Slimmy B]
These niggas can't stand us, LOL, for what though?
'Cause we the reason niggas' main bitches gettin' fucked on
Keep a small circle, new niggas, 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 nigga, Crestside, cutthroat
XD, Gleekos, Dracos, we bust those
And every nigga 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 niggas MIA like the Dolphins
SOB the gang, we the niggas talkin' cash shit
G got that K, quick to make a nigga backflip
Woodgrain chop but I'm rockin' with this plastic
And money blue or green, I'll get it out a fat bitch, nigga
[Verse 4: Yhung T.O.]
Every since day one, I been the same nigga
Please don't confuse me for a lame nigga
Thirty shots in that GLOCK with no aim, nigga
Eleven shots in that stock, sprayin' paint, nigga
Circle got small, I can't trust niggas
Bitch, I been a hot nigga since a young nigga
Took a loss but you never seen me run, nigga
Thought I'm dumb, nigga, 'til his face meet this drum, nigga
Ten deep in them foreigns ridin' back to back
Catch a opp nigga slippin', runnin' lap to lap
All blues in my loaf, nigga, stack to stack
And she gon' do all my bros, nigga, back to back
Ha, yeah, niggas know the gang, nigga
Talk shit when it's diamonds in your chain, nigga
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, nigga, clutch back
Put that barrel to his face, blow his buff's back
Make a nigga 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 nigga 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
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