Gang Songtext
von G Herbo
Gang Songtext
Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch
And we got them things in this bitch, things in this bitch
But you cannot hang in this bitch, hang in this bitch
You get stained in this bitch, gang in this bitch
Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch
And we got them things in this bitch, things in this bitch
No you cannot hang in this bitch, hang in this bitch
You get changed in this bitch, gang in this bitch
All of my young niggas savage
All of my young niggas trapping
None of my bitches is average
I spit that heat I′m a dragon
I see the green like the Packers
I ball like the Raptors you niggas some actors
You swear that you diggin' a fashion
These niggas hate with a passion
They see the way we be cashin′
Mason Margiela so nasty
They know what I keep on my feet
G-Fazos don't even ask me
Just met a bitch and she sackin'
I think that her name was Ashley
When is your new tape gone drop?
She pissin′ me off steady askin′
I be in the hood and the booth
I hit up the trap and my shows
That's why my suitbox full of rolls
That′s why I ain't trippin′ on hoes
Still spend a stack on my clothes
And we on MTV
And we still clappin' these poles
Never come back with your soul
Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch
And we got things in this bitch, things in this bitch
But you cannot hang in this bitch, hang in this bitch
You get stained in this bitch, gang in this bitch
Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch
And we got things in this bitch, things in this bitch
But you cannot hang in this bitch, hang in this bitch
You get stained in this bitch, gang in this bitch
Gang in this bitch, you know how we rockin′
32 shots and we Glockin'
Me and big bucks pull up and we fuck off the profit
They hatin' if they know the streets poppin′
Hundreds, we been gettin′ those
Forgiato rims been spinnin' those
Young nigga just tryna get to a check
I ain′t chasin' no pussy, I been gettin′ hoes
I only smoke out of pillows at oats
1800, a fifth of my clothes
Alexander McQueen all black
But I don't shit with them O′s
You know (?) been EBK, so I don't do shit by the code
And don't give a fuck who won′t smoke
I eat, sleep, and shit with my pole
And right now I′m back in Chiraq
Niggas say they wanna rob me
You think you gonna reach for my jewelry?
You can have it, I hope you let God see
All these 150 demons with me
40's, nickles, and ninas with me
And they slidin′ the stainless for me
Red tape on the scene and repeat
Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch
And we got things in this bitch, things in this bitch
But you cannot hang in this bitch, hang in this bitch
You get stained in this bitch, gang in this bitch
Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch
And we got things in this bitch, things in this bitch
But you cannot hang in this bitch, hang in this bitch
You get stained in this bitch, gang in this bitch
Bitch I'm lit
Check my fit
Check my wrist
Check my bitch
Catch me ridin′ with that stick
Talkin' shit get you hit
I′m straight from the Chi, get love in the south
Shawty a five but I'm lovin' her mouth
I got her high then we fuck on the couch
Now that I′m out then I kick the bitch out
Damn what you trippin′ about?
You act like you never had dick in your mouth
You all in your feelin's, you irri you mad bitch
So with your Uber outside
(?) I keep at least two when I ride
Cause niggas be shootin′ outside
High off lean, sayin' blockin′ off traffic
Like Herbo can you move that coupe that's outside
I can′t see you haters, I'm Stevie
I need the cake bitch, I'm greedy
My new bitch say she gonna leave me
I keep the choppers, believe me
How I off them yoppers, I′m breezy
Pull up shoot your block up so easy
And I thought you niggas had money
Why the fuck all their jewelry look cheesy?
Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch
And we got things in this bitch, things in this bitch
But you cannot hang in this bitch, hang in this bitch
You get stained in this bitch, gang in this bitch
Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch
And we got things in this bitch, things in this bitch
But you cannot hang in this bitch, hang in this bitch
You get stained in this bitch, gang in this bitch
And we got them things in this bitch, things in this bitch
But you cannot hang in this bitch, hang in this bitch
You get stained in this bitch, gang in this bitch
Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch
And we got them things in this bitch, things in this bitch
No you cannot hang in this bitch, hang in this bitch
You get changed in this bitch, gang in this bitch
All of my young niggas savage
All of my young niggas trapping
None of my bitches is average
I spit that heat I′m a dragon
I see the green like the Packers
I ball like the Raptors you niggas some actors
You swear that you diggin' a fashion
These niggas hate with a passion
They see the way we be cashin′
Mason Margiela so nasty
They know what I keep on my feet
G-Fazos don't even ask me
Just met a bitch and she sackin'
I think that her name was Ashley
When is your new tape gone drop?
She pissin′ me off steady askin′
I be in the hood and the booth
I hit up the trap and my shows
That's why my suitbox full of rolls
That′s why I ain't trippin′ on hoes
Still spend a stack on my clothes
And we on MTV
And we still clappin' these poles
Never come back with your soul
Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch
And we got things in this bitch, things in this bitch
But you cannot hang in this bitch, hang in this bitch
You get stained in this bitch, gang in this bitch
Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch
And we got things in this bitch, things in this bitch
But you cannot hang in this bitch, hang in this bitch
You get stained in this bitch, gang in this bitch
Gang in this bitch, you know how we rockin′
32 shots and we Glockin'
Me and big bucks pull up and we fuck off the profit
They hatin' if they know the streets poppin′
Hundreds, we been gettin′ those
Forgiato rims been spinnin' those
Young nigga just tryna get to a check
I ain′t chasin' no pussy, I been gettin′ hoes
I only smoke out of pillows at oats
1800, a fifth of my clothes
Alexander McQueen all black
But I don't shit with them O′s
You know (?) been EBK, so I don't do shit by the code
And don't give a fuck who won′t smoke
I eat, sleep, and shit with my pole
And right now I′m back in Chiraq
Niggas say they wanna rob me
You think you gonna reach for my jewelry?
You can have it, I hope you let God see
All these 150 demons with me
40's, nickles, and ninas with me
And they slidin′ the stainless for me
Red tape on the scene and repeat
Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch
And we got things in this bitch, things in this bitch
But you cannot hang in this bitch, hang in this bitch
You get stained in this bitch, gang in this bitch
Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch
And we got things in this bitch, things in this bitch
But you cannot hang in this bitch, hang in this bitch
You get stained in this bitch, gang in this bitch
Bitch I'm lit
Check my fit
Check my wrist
Check my bitch
Catch me ridin′ with that stick
Talkin' shit get you hit
I′m straight from the Chi, get love in the south
Shawty a five but I'm lovin' her mouth
I got her high then we fuck on the couch
Now that I′m out then I kick the bitch out
Damn what you trippin′ about?
You act like you never had dick in your mouth
You all in your feelin's, you irri you mad bitch
So with your Uber outside
(?) I keep at least two when I ride
Cause niggas be shootin′ outside
High off lean, sayin' blockin′ off traffic
Like Herbo can you move that coupe that's outside
I can′t see you haters, I'm Stevie
I need the cake bitch, I'm greedy
My new bitch say she gonna leave me
I keep the choppers, believe me
How I off them yoppers, I′m breezy
Pull up shoot your block up so easy
And I thought you niggas had money
Why the fuck all their jewelry look cheesy?
Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch
And we got things in this bitch, things in this bitch
But you cannot hang in this bitch, hang in this bitch
You get stained in this bitch, gang in this bitch
Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch
And we got things in this bitch, things in this bitch
But you cannot hang in this bitch, hang in this bitch
You get stained in this bitch, gang in this bitch
Writer(s): Earl Randle, Renee Kirk, Herbert Randall Wright, Chase Davis, Brandon Lofton Dickerson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com