"Gang Gang" lyrics
(feat. YTB Fatt)
[Dthang:]
RPT, four-sev', four-sev'
Why they lookin' like they wanna do somethin'?
Y to the Gz, Gz to the sky, never put an O before my Y
Even my abuela know that
She's a smooch, heard she wanna link, 'cause she know that I'm lit (Smoochie)
And we got Sally in this club, don't gotta pay to get it in (Grrah, grrah)
A lot of deads inside my blunts like I'm tryna see they friends (Dead opps)
I dare them try to spin my back, I bet he never spin again (At all, at all)
Bingo! I gotta get to the guap
I know my haters be mad, I don't got no time, I look at my watch (Gang, gang, gang)
And I got my mama a crib, I always took care of the block (Grrah, grrah)
And we still looking for niggas that's smoking on bro, like we gon' put 'em in the box (On bro, like, get that nigga)
Like, oh he jackin' what? Oh she jacked the opp? (Like, what?)
I wanna know why they talking my name like I never posted up on they block (Like, what?)
Gang-gang-gang, I gave her money
Line up a opp, let him leave first, as soon as he leave the crib he shot, gang-gang-gang (Get, that nigga)
A lot of deads inside my blunts (Yo it's that Dthang nigga)
Like I'm tryna see they friends (Make 'em get jiggy before we shoot 'em, you heard?)
I dare them try to spin my back, I bet he never spin again (R.I.P Woo, Long Live Rah)
[YTB Fatt:]
He left the crib they put plenty holes in his back
Last nigga talked that shit got turned to a gumbo pack
This shit going on, I ain't rapping
Most of these niggas are laughing
On IG, all the killers using my caption
Tray five for a bird, grab that chopper and down get stirring
Whack it about who tried to hurt me
Browse the blue cheese, thick bitch, working
He a confidential, for some reason I knew the nigga was working
All rats get they head chopped, we close that fucking curtain
Nigga, back the truck and the balls arrive
Bitch, you ever seen a soldier cry?
Don't come in and out the trap
I hit bad bitches in they mouth
Belt that ass, get tapped
Feel it in my pouch
200 bitches in the studio, they just let this thing out
[Dthang:]
And I'm back, can't go back to jail (Like, what?)
Tuna steak and Mac, and I keep Sally on me (At all)
And I smoke your man's, can't get him back (Grrah, grrah)
And she like "Dthang, you got all them blues, your pockets really fat" (HD, HD)
And my chains cost me a lot (On bro)
Count days up in that box (Grrah)
They said that I wouldn't make it, but I put my gang on top (Like, what)
She think I love her, I just rough her and then fuck around in the truck (RPT, four-sev', four-sev')
Oh there go a opp? (Like, get that nigga)
So he gotta drop (LIke, get that nigga)
Like, gang, gang, gang, gang
RPT, four-sev', four-sev'
Why they lookin' like they wanna do somethin'?
Y to the Gz, Gz to the sky, never put an O before my Y
Even my abuela know that
She's a smooch, heard she wanna link, 'cause she know that I'm lit (Smoochie)
And we got Sally in this club, don't gotta pay to get it in (Grrah, grrah)
A lot of deads inside my blunts like I'm tryna see they friends (Dead opps)
I dare them try to spin my back, I bet he never spin again (At all, at all)
Bingo! I gotta get to the guap
I know my haters be mad, I don't got no time, I look at my watch (Gang, gang, gang)
And I got my mama a crib, I always took care of the block (Grrah, grrah)
And we still looking for niggas that's smoking on bro, like we gon' put 'em in the box (On bro, like, get that nigga)
Like, oh he jackin' what? Oh she jacked the opp? (Like, what?)
I wanna know why they talking my name like I never posted up on they block (Like, what?)
Gang-gang-gang, I gave her money
Line up a opp, let him leave first, as soon as he leave the crib he shot, gang-gang-gang (Get, that nigga)
A lot of deads inside my blunts (Yo it's that Dthang nigga)
Like I'm tryna see they friends (Make 'em get jiggy before we shoot 'em, you heard?)
I dare them try to spin my back, I bet he never spin again (R.I.P Woo, Long Live Rah)
[YTB Fatt:]
He left the crib they put plenty holes in his back
Last nigga talked that shit got turned to a gumbo pack
This shit going on, I ain't rapping
Most of these niggas are laughing
On IG, all the killers using my caption
Tray five for a bird, grab that chopper and down get stirring
Whack it about who tried to hurt me
Browse the blue cheese, thick bitch, working
He a confidential, for some reason I knew the nigga was working
All rats get they head chopped, we close that fucking curtain
Nigga, back the truck and the balls arrive
Bitch, you ever seen a soldier cry?
Don't come in and out the trap
I hit bad bitches in they mouth
Belt that ass, get tapped
Feel it in my pouch
200 bitches in the studio, they just let this thing out
[Dthang:]
And I'm back, can't go back to jail (Like, what?)
Tuna steak and Mac, and I keep Sally on me (At all)
And I smoke your man's, can't get him back (Grrah, grrah)
And she like "Dthang, you got all them blues, your pockets really fat" (HD, HD)
And my chains cost me a lot (On bro)
Count days up in that box (Grrah)
They said that I wouldn't make it, but I put my gang on top (Like, what)
She think I love her, I just rough her and then fuck around in the truck (RPT, four-sev', four-sev')
Oh there go a opp? (Like, get that nigga)
So he gotta drop (LIke, get that nigga)
Like, gang, gang, gang, gang
