Gang R Us
We going up
Pour me up
2 guns on me
& it's tucked
With my homies
Gang r us
Ya shorty know we
Running it up
All day
Compare me to a bank
All I know is get paid flipping through em no page
I tried minimum wage
Working thinking bout a stage
I had to lose a lot of things
Gained a better exchange
Yeah now pour me up
Dump 8 lines in my cup
Sipping syrup I'm moving stuck
She keep flirting ima fuck
Her body perfect bubble butt
I'm going insane
Doing my thing
These niggas they love to hate
But they ain't doing a damn thing
Making them rage
Jump off the stage
Some em ya pain
Wanna be overpaid
Yeah ay I been in trap
I been moving transferring
I just made a stack brought it back in bandages
Had to cut her off
She been pocket damaging
We don't need no stylist
Cop the drip then wearing it
You fearing it everywhere we go
Get crazy lit I got plenty hoes
Bunch of baddies wit me
Tiffany, Ann Marie, Jazz & Brittany
Can't you see I'm elite
Dropping fifty
Chasing bags running feet
Eating every penny
Niggas broke niggas weak
Sleeping on me leave em sleep
Put in pain only me
Family too you know the steez
We going up
Pour me up
2 guns on me
& it's tucked
With my homies
Gang r us
Ya shorty know we
Running it up
All day
Compare me to a bank
All I know is get paid flipping through em no page
I tried minimum wage
Working thinking bout a stage
I had to lose a lot of things
Gained a better exchange
Pour me up
2 guns on me
& it's tucked
With my homies
Gang r us
Ya shorty know we
Running it up
All day
Compare me to a bank
All I know is get paid flipping through em no page
I tried minimum wage
Working thinking bout a stage
I had to lose a lot of things
Gained a better exchange
Yeah now pour me up
Dump 8 lines in my cup
Sipping syrup I'm moving stuck
She keep flirting ima fuck
Her body perfect bubble butt
I'm going insane
Doing my thing
These niggas they love to hate
But they ain't doing a damn thing
Making them rage
Jump off the stage
Some em ya pain
Wanna be overpaid
Yeah ay I been in trap
I been moving transferring
I just made a stack brought it back in bandages
Had to cut her off
She been pocket damaging
We don't need no stylist
Cop the drip then wearing it
You fearing it everywhere we go
Get crazy lit I got plenty hoes
Bunch of baddies wit me
Tiffany, Ann Marie, Jazz & Brittany
Can't you see I'm elite
Dropping fifty
Chasing bags running feet
Eating every penny
Niggas broke niggas weak
Sleeping on me leave em sleep
Put in pain only me
Family too you know the steez
We going up
Pour me up
2 guns on me
& it's tucked
With my homies
Gang r us
Ya shorty know we
Running it up
All day
Compare me to a bank
All I know is get paid flipping through em no page
I tried minimum wage
Working thinking bout a stage
I had to lose a lot of things
Gained a better exchange
Credits
Writer(s): Ramel Mansfield
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