Gang Gang Gang Songtext
von Jack Harlow

Ride for my dogs, lie for my dogs, die for my dogs
Ride for my dogs, lie for my dogs, die for my dogs
Because it′s (gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
Because it's (gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)

Home for the holidays
My friend pulled me to the side like, "Did you hear about Marcus?"
Our Marcus?
Yeah, our Marcus
A bunch of girls say he raped them in the back of some Target
They say he drove them back there in his car
And then he parked it and the rest is even darker

Wait, which Marcus? ′Cause it can't be-
Yes, our Marcus
The same Marcus we collected Pokémon cards with
The one with perfect grades that has family in New Orleans?
Yes, that Marcus
He's got seven rape charges


Ride for my dogs, lie for my dogs, die for my dogs
Ride for my dogs, lie for my dogs, die for my dogs
Because it′s (gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
Because it′s (gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)

Home for the holidays
My friend pulled me to the side like, "Did you hear about Kevin?"
Kevin who? Our Kevin
What happened?
He got arrested
They found a bunch of messages that he sent to little kids
And apparently, he met up with this 10-year-old
And now the kid saying he got molested
Molested by who? By Kevin
Nah it's gotta be a different Kevin
Look, I′m telling you it's Kevin that we′ve known since we was 7
The one whose dad's a reverend
The same Kevin we′d spend every weekend with and call brethren

Ride for my dogs, lie for my dogs, die for my dogs
Ride for my dogs, lie for my dogs, die for my dogs
Because it's (gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
Because it's (gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)


Truthfully, it′s family ′til it can't be
Gang ′til it ain't
Twins but it depends
Brothers until something is uncovered
Dawgs until the lifting of the fog
I always got you turns into well, I never thought you

Years of camaraderie suddenly disappear
Almost like you never were here
Unconditional love becomes very conditional
When push comes to shove
And all that talk of taking bullets suddenly feels foolish
Pictures with him turned to ad campaigns, you gotta pull it
Feet held to the fire
We hold accountable the ones we hold dear out of morals but mainly fear
The choice becomes clear
And years of camaraderie suddenly disappear
Almost like you never were here

Almost like you never were here