Gang Freestyle (Intro)
(Gang, gang gang gang)
(Gang gang gang, gang gang gang)
Money coming in, nigga gotta get it
Count up cash, in that money I be swimming
Whole lot of gang shit, nigga, bustin' ya brain, lil nigga
I'm high like a plane, lil nigga, I'm smoking on Jane, lil nigga
I'm talking 'bout Mary, these niggas they pussy, they fairy
I'm counting up this money, I'm busting her cherry
I just want a whole lot of bands, nigga I don't need no friends
Pack came in from Japan, I ain't never need no hand
Nigga fuck you I'm just saying, she gone suck me down with no hands
Too hot, nigga need a fan, I'm too high nah I won't land
Fuck my ex, I'm counting up this money, I run them checks, like Nike I do it the best
Tatts on my chest, she look at me and she impressed
Look at they face, I think I got 'em upset
Blue hunnids all in my pocket, these niggas really be jocking, these niggas really be flocking
These niggas ain't getting no money, these niggas they broke and they bummy, they always be asking for something
I really came up from nothing, and that ain't up for discussion
If he talk shit then I'm rushing, my niggas pull up and they busting
I'm fucking that bitch and her cousin, I'm here to fuck I ain't got time for cuddling
And every time I beat it I know that she love it, and after I'm through pass that bitch to my buddy
Don't argue with niggas you know that I'm clutching
I'm sipping on lean yeah my cup it be muddy
These niggas be lying 'bout who they be fucking
I pull up and hop out you know I be stunting
Man fuck all these niggas I'm pressing they buttons
Man why the fuck these niggas telling for nothing?
Don't fuck with you nigga don't ask me no question
If I miss a shot then that nigga he lucky
Don't fuck with me nigga cause shit can get ugly
I'm smoking on dope and that shit it be musty
I hop in the coupe and I'm feeling so lovely
I do what I do and I do what I doesn't
Yo' bitch hit me up say she need her some loving
I pull up and I put this dick in her stomach
Diamonds they sick on my wrist yeah they vomit
I'm tired of these niggas, I pull up I'm dumping
(Gang, gang gang gang)
(Gang gang gang, gang gang gang)
Money coming in, nigga gotta get it
Count up cash, in that money I be swimming
(Gang gang gang, gang gang gang)
Money coming in, nigga gotta get it
Count up cash, in that money I be swimming
Whole lot of gang shit, nigga, bustin' ya brain, lil nigga
I'm high like a plane, lil nigga, I'm smoking on Jane, lil nigga
I'm talking 'bout Mary, these niggas they pussy, they fairy
I'm counting up this money, I'm busting her cherry
I just want a whole lot of bands, nigga I don't need no friends
Pack came in from Japan, I ain't never need no hand
Nigga fuck you I'm just saying, she gone suck me down with no hands
Too hot, nigga need a fan, I'm too high nah I won't land
Fuck my ex, I'm counting up this money, I run them checks, like Nike I do it the best
Tatts on my chest, she look at me and she impressed
Look at they face, I think I got 'em upset
Blue hunnids all in my pocket, these niggas really be jocking, these niggas really be flocking
These niggas ain't getting no money, these niggas they broke and they bummy, they always be asking for something
I really came up from nothing, and that ain't up for discussion
If he talk shit then I'm rushing, my niggas pull up and they busting
I'm fucking that bitch and her cousin, I'm here to fuck I ain't got time for cuddling
And every time I beat it I know that she love it, and after I'm through pass that bitch to my buddy
Don't argue with niggas you know that I'm clutching
I'm sipping on lean yeah my cup it be muddy
These niggas be lying 'bout who they be fucking
I pull up and hop out you know I be stunting
Man fuck all these niggas I'm pressing they buttons
Man why the fuck these niggas telling for nothing?
Don't fuck with you nigga don't ask me no question
If I miss a shot then that nigga he lucky
Don't fuck with me nigga cause shit can get ugly
I'm smoking on dope and that shit it be musty
I hop in the coupe and I'm feeling so lovely
I do what I do and I do what I doesn't
Yo' bitch hit me up say she need her some loving
I pull up and I put this dick in her stomach
Diamonds they sick on my wrist yeah they vomit
I'm tired of these niggas, I pull up I'm dumping
(Gang, gang gang gang)
(Gang gang gang, gang gang gang)
Money coming in, nigga gotta get it
Count up cash, in that money I be swimming
Credits
Writer(s): Demetri Bell
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