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', gangin'
 RBE X SOB
 Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang
 Niggas ain't real as they say they is
 Two hammers wit' me these my children, yeah Bebe's Kids
 Ain't gotta explain nothin' to me, you can say the shit
 Stop staring at me, make it last come and take a pic
 Gang shit, none more nigga none less
 And it's still fuck the suckas 'til 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 wit' refs
 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 deal wit' killing in yo' heart, wit' us get popped wit' ease
 Wouldn't have no views up in them songs if they ain't copy me
 Soon as you think shit be going good, we come and stop the peace
 And X this mothafucka slap, ain't even gotta stop the beat
 Nigga, gang shit pick these (pick these)
 I can't let a nigga strip me (nigga what)
 Shananae when I step, big C's (big C's)
 Said I ain't got no cheese? Bitch please (bitch please)
 Glock hold thirty, gave a nigga fifteen (fifteen)
 Got ten bands in these ripped jeans (ripped jeans)
 Was off the porch way before 16
 And it cost five bands if you want a 16
 I'm thugging to the grave I got my mind made (got my mind made)
 In that Aston Martin getting sideways (sideways)
 Niggas fucking wit' them snakes just like Sanjay
 Tryna fuck on a Kardashian like Kanye
 In the city all in Niemans blowing big racks (big bands)
 Reach for this chain and get popped like a tic-tac (boom, boom)
 Choppa kick back, blow a sucka nigga's shit back
 And if X on the beat you know the shit slap
 Nigga, gang shit pick these (pick these)
 I can't let a nigga strip me (nigga what)
 Shananae when I step, big C's (big C's)
 Said I ain't got no cheese? Bitch please (bitch please)
 Glock hold thirty, gave a nigga fifteen (fifteen)
 Got ten bands in these ripped jeans (ripped jeans)
 Was off the porch way before 16
 And it cost five bands if you want a 16
 Yeah nigga, gang gang (gang, gang)
 RBE sitting on VVS, I let it hang (I let it hang)
 Bitch you ain't fuckin' wit' no lame
 And why these hatin' niggas throwing salt up on my name?
 I be big money ballin' nigga big B's (big B's)
 Legendary on my neck it cost me ten G's (ten G's)
 And if a nigga want a verse I need big fees (big fees)
 And I need all my blue hundreds crispy (crispy)
 And I ain't talking with these niggas, like for what? (like for what)
 Ain't no coming back when these niggas lives is up (lives is up)
 Audemars 50 bands, you wanna fuck? (wanna fuck)
 And you ain't even bad as my bitch, got these niggas mad enough
 Oh, all these niggas wit' that pretending all that fakin' shit
 (All that fakin' shit)
 If he feel some type of way then nigga say that shit (nigga say that shit)
 Oh, Glock wit' 30 on this bitch this the straightest clip
 And when I send all these shots he gon' hate he dissed
 Nigga, gang shit pick these (pick these)
 I can't let a nigga strip me (nigga what)
 Shananae when I step, big C's (big C's)
 Said I ain't got no cheese? Bitch please (bitch please)
 Glock hold thirty, gave a nigga fifteen (fifteen)
 Got ten bands in these ripped jeans (ripped jeans)
 Was off the porch way before 16
 And it cost five bands if you want a 16
 Nigga
 Man, man hell naw, fuck that
 Niggas already had they chance
 Pick a side nigga, you wit' us or against us?
 Hold it down or get ran over
 If you rockin' you gon' ride
 If you not ridin' you gon' die
 It's us or nothin', ain't no in between
 Bitch
 Gang, gang, gang
 Gang, gang, gang
 Gang, gang, gang
 Gang, gang, gang
 Gang, gang, gang
 Gang, gang, gang, gang