FWTG (feat. TKP Nook & King $tackz)

Yeah yeah yeah

Is ya riding with the boy
Is ya sliding with boy
We past the limit babe that's why I need you more oh oh
What you waiting for yeah
Shawty tell your friends we out door yeah woah
Slide with a nigga oh I could be your rider babe
She said I'm with you don't you tell no lie to me
Tell no lie to me
Don't tell no lie me
You are baddest girl but walk around here so modestly
Lookin like a model see
Got the type of look that make you run a mile to see
She just wanna vibe with me
Cool thing shawty always keep it honest see
She fell in love with my name
Then she fell in love with the gang
Now she wanna fuck the gang
Shorty wanna fuck with the gang

That shorty wanna fuck with the gang
Shorty wanna fuck with the gang
Shorty wanna fuck with the gang
Shorty wanna fuck with the gang
Wanna fuck with the gang gang gang gang gang
She Wanna fuck with the gang gang gang gang gang

That shorty wanna fuck with the gang
Shorty wanna fuck with the gang
Shorty wanna fuck with the gang
Shorty wanna fuck with the gang
Wanna fuck with the gang gang gang gang gang
Wanna fuck with the gang gang gang oh no

Don't need to talk about things on my mind
Don't need to complicate things oh I'm trying
These days it's hard for me to trust a side
I don't need your sympathy oh I'm fine
I'm still out here chasing this dough
I'm been here moving in silence got on my focus
I put that old chick on hold
Really to me they be wilding
I see the post guess somethings to hard to let go
Swimming in bitties they valid
See my accountant
I'm just a star in the pros
Throw the seat back when I hop in the coupe
Yo see they mad wonder I cannot lose
I just reach back then I pull up on you
They just react and they copy the moves

Cause they wanna fuck with the gang
Yeah they wanna fuck with the gang
Yeah they wanna fuck with the gang
Wanna fuck with the gang gang gang gang gang
Wanna fuck with the gang gang gang oh no

Yeah Hold up
Y'all niggas really not on to my level

What I'm smoking is really a blessing

Shawty you look like a snack I might not even share it
Look at my chains you might be looking at couple of karats

You niggas embarrass

How I be taking y'all girl it's a tragic

I can't even count how many bad jawns that
Me and my gang pull up and we get it

Now Lil nigga look at us
From a small city blowing up
From the Long nights in the studio
On the paper trail and we running up
I know your friends gon be mad
Because you with me
And we chasing this bag

All your ex's mad
Not in my class

Hitting the switches while I'm
Flooring the gas
Smoking that good good
While I'm throwing bands yeah
Stackz about roll up again
Bout to get her friends yea

Cuz she wanna fuck with the gang
Shorty wanna fuck with the gang
Shorty wanna fuck with the gang
Shorty wanna fuck with the gang
She Wanna fuck with the gang gang gang gang gang
Wanna fuck with the gang gang gang gang gang

That shorty wanna fuck with the gang
Shorty wanna fuck with the gang
Shorty wanna fuck with the gang
Shorty wanna fuck with the gang
Wanna fuck with the gang gang gang gang gang
Wanna fuck with the gang gang gang oh no



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Writer(s): Alphonso Jones Ii
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