You Aint Gang!

I ride with yo bitch i ride with your hoe
Just brought in a rack and still want more
I ride with a G13 on my hip
And i hit yo body you gone hit the floor
And yo hoe says she love and you still want that
Stop talking down boy you is a rat
I know you aint talking about gang
Stop talking money like boy you a lame
Woah if you aint gang you cant walk with me
Got yo hoe and she stalking me
Hit em with the xd he gone pop
Hands up and the body's they drop
And i just fucked like 5 hoes on the weekend
They need money they seeking
Yea they lame they creeping woah

Woah yea and i got so many bodies
I got uavs ready to drop
Talking on social like boy you gone flop
Yea give me that mud give me that wok
You say you tuff I'm gone make you talk
Cartier and its all designer
Say your bitch bad but my bitch finer
And im off a bean go get me that lean
Like boy stop playing i know you is a fean
Like boy you got no drip boy you not clean
I was getting racks and i was getting that green
Woah like my new bitch pretty she bad to the bone

I ride with yo bitch i ride with your hoe
Just brought in a rack and still want more
I ride with a G13 on my hip
And i hit yo body you gone hit the floor
And yo hoe says she love and you still want that
I know you aint talking about gang



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Writer(s): Matty Conner
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