Intro (Gangin) [feat. DaBoii, Slimmy B, Yhung T.O. & Lul G]

Gangin', gangin', bitch, I be gangin'

Gangin', gangin', bitch, I be gangin'

Gangin', gangin', bitch, I be gangin'

Gangin', gangin', gangin', gangin

**** ain't real as they say they is

Two hammers with me, these my children, me and Baby's kids

Ain't gotta explain nothin' to me, you can save the shit

Stop starin' at me, make it last, come and take a pic

Gang shit, no mo', ****, no less

And it's still fuck the suckas till they put to rest

Had to cut my last bitch off 'cause she was such a pest

Play the game how the fuck I want, I don't fuck rest

SOB X RBE, excuse me, pardon me

Gotta smoke to get my appetite 'cause it be hard to eat

And what I bless my jeweler with, I coulda paid your college fees

It's hard to do with killin' in your heart, with us, get popped with ease

Wouldn't have no views up in those songs if they ain't copy me

Soon as you think shit be goin' good, we come and stop the peace

And next this motherfucker slap, ain't even gotta stop the beat

Gang shit, pick this

I can't let a **** strip me

So now they wanna step, big city

Said I ain't got no cheese, bitch, please

Rocko 30 gave a **** 15

Got ten bands in these ripped jeans

Was off the porch way before 16

And it cost five bands if you wanna fix ten

I'm plugged into the gram, I got my mom mad

In that Aston Martin, gettin' sideways

**** fuckin' with them snakes, just like Sanjay

Tryna fuck on a Kardashian, like Kanye

In this city, all I need is one, big racks

Reach for this chain and get popped like a Tic-Tac

Choppa kick back, blow sucka **** shit back

In  effects on the B, know this shit slaps

Gang shit, pick this

I can't let a **** strip me

So now they wanna step, big city

Said I ain't got no cheese, bitch, please

Rocko 30 gave a **** 15

Got ten bands in these ripped jeans

Was off the porch way before 16

And it cost five bands if you wanna fix ten

Yeah, ****, gang, gang

RBE chain on, VVS, I let it hang

Bitch, you ain't fuckin' with no lame

And why these hatin' **** throwin' salt up on my name?

I be big money ballin', **** big biz

Legendary on my neck, it cost me ten Gs

And if a **** want a verse, I need big fees

And I need her on my boo, her name's Kris, bitch

And I ain't talkin' with these ****, like for what?

Ain't no comin' back when these **** washes up

Audemars, fifty bands, you wanna fuck

And you ain't even bad as my bitch, got these **** mad enough

All these **** with that pretendin' and all that fakin' shit

Hate these friend zones, I won't let a **** say that shit

Uh, Glock with thirty on this bitch, this the straightest clip

And when I send all these shots, he gon' hate his bitch

Gang shit, pick this

I can't let a **** strip me

So now they wanna step, big city

Said I ain't got no cheese, bitch, please

Rocko 30 gave a **** 15

Got ten bands in these ripped jeans

Was off the porch way before 16

And it cost five bands if you wanna fix ten

Man, hell nah, fuck that

**** already had they chance

Pick a side, ****, you with us or against us

Hold it down or get ran over

If you rocky, you gon' ride, if you not ridin', you gon' die

It's us or nothin, ain't no in between, bitch