Gang Stars
Me and my niggas on that gang shit
We way cooler than them niggas that you hang wit
Don't make no new friends cause they always on that lame shit
I hate it, so I ride around with the same clique
New girl do all that I ask so I call her Alexa
But I'm still not fucking unless I get that consent, yuh
I'm holding stones like I'm bout to go mega
Chew beats up like gum so these niggas call me extra
You gon give me my respect, yuh
There's no way I could be any more direct yuh
Try to call me broke but I don't think you should project, yuh
Like I'm verified how I stay around a check, yuh
Jackets in July
So I'm still burning in the summer
And I'm chasing after guap
Like a 100m runner
And I carry all my loot to
My whip I bought a hummer
And I crash it out the lot
After trying to burn some rubber
Trying to catch up
But I think it's too late
Sold my old Toyota
For a 458
Drift it out the
Lot I might crash it out the gate
My entire whip is costing
All your real estate
And she'll still top me in the Honda
I wanna go fast I bought a Zonda
Talking sweet, I'm not fond of
Pussy knocks me out like its they Rhonda
Sword on my back like Akame,
Shawty hit my line, all the time, everyday
She said wanna talk and I said that that was okay
But now she really will not stop calling
And I just really want to see
You sad and alone I'm worried bout my needs
Swerving the whip cause you know that it's clean
But I might not wake up if I go to sleep
Bad bitch hit my phone, I tell her arrividerci
Flexing like a lobster so I'm living like Larry
Early morning grind, I chase the guap, you do it barely
I might need my glasses, bitch I'm such a visionary
I be in the trap playing hopscotch
Yo bitch on her knees, yea she a thot thot
ARIARI, Bucciarati wristwatch
I think this shit broken cause I do not hear a tick tock
And I'm feeling like a new man
I remember when my name was where they threw sand
Why these niggas hating on me when they too bland
Crazy diamonds on me Josuke had to get a new stand
Bitch it's that notorious B.I.G.
I Got money coming in week by week
Breaking down the game to bits piece by piece
And I'm never by myself always keep team by me
Me and my niggas on that gang shit
We way cooler than them niggas that you hang wit
Don't make no new friends cause they always on that lame shit
I hate it, so I ride around with the same clique
We way cooler than them niggas that you hang wit
Don't make no new friends cause they always on that lame shit
I hate it, so I ride around with the same clique
New girl do all that I ask so I call her Alexa
But I'm still not fucking unless I get that consent, yuh
I'm holding stones like I'm bout to go mega
Chew beats up like gum so these niggas call me extra
You gon give me my respect, yuh
There's no way I could be any more direct yuh
Try to call me broke but I don't think you should project, yuh
Like I'm verified how I stay around a check, yuh
Jackets in July
So I'm still burning in the summer
And I'm chasing after guap
Like a 100m runner
And I carry all my loot to
My whip I bought a hummer
And I crash it out the lot
After trying to burn some rubber
Trying to catch up
But I think it's too late
Sold my old Toyota
For a 458
Drift it out the
Lot I might crash it out the gate
My entire whip is costing
All your real estate
And she'll still top me in the Honda
I wanna go fast I bought a Zonda
Talking sweet, I'm not fond of
Pussy knocks me out like its they Rhonda
Sword on my back like Akame,
Shawty hit my line, all the time, everyday
She said wanna talk and I said that that was okay
But now she really will not stop calling
And I just really want to see
You sad and alone I'm worried bout my needs
Swerving the whip cause you know that it's clean
But I might not wake up if I go to sleep
Bad bitch hit my phone, I tell her arrividerci
Flexing like a lobster so I'm living like Larry
Early morning grind, I chase the guap, you do it barely
I might need my glasses, bitch I'm such a visionary
I be in the trap playing hopscotch
Yo bitch on her knees, yea she a thot thot
ARIARI, Bucciarati wristwatch
I think this shit broken cause I do not hear a tick tock
And I'm feeling like a new man
I remember when my name was where they threw sand
Why these niggas hating on me when they too bland
Crazy diamonds on me Josuke had to get a new stand
Bitch it's that notorious B.I.G.
I Got money coming in week by week
Breaking down the game to bits piece by piece
And I'm never by myself always keep team by me
Me and my niggas on that gang shit
We way cooler than them niggas that you hang wit
Don't make no new friends cause they always on that lame shit
I hate it, so I ride around with the same clique
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Writer(s): Daren Taylor
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