GANG WIT ME (feat. TEDDY BLOW, LEE CAVALLI & STARLING)
Gang wit me, you know I got the thing wit me
Keep it real she gettin fucked if she hang wit me
Gang wit me, niggas better stop playin wit me
Only real niggas, no lame wit me
Gang wit me, you know I got the thing wit me
Keep it real she gettin fucked if she hang wit me
Gang wit me, niggas better stop playin wit me
Only real niggas, no lame wit me
Gang wit me, broke niggas always hatin stop playin wit me
Check my status I got racks we aint the same nigga
My first 50 out the feds in the same week
I stack it tall til it fall you gotta swim deep
Im in gleece mode tryna cop an AMG
I told her swallow hoe we dont need no plan B
I write checks nigga aint nobody checkin me
Rich talk, Monclear, Gucci, Louis V
I put Chanel on my bitch because she proud of me
I got the juice like Ju im tryna fuck all 3
I need a Dede and Chanel Raquel to fuck wit me
A real nigga with some racks there aint no other me
You know I still got that glizzy and that blick on me
Im screaming gang gang nigga thats the crip in me
She scream the same thing nigga she gon switch on me
Gang wit me, you know I got the thing wit me
Keep it real she gettin fucked if she hang wit me
Gang wit me, niggas better stop playin wit me
Only real niggas, no lame wit me
It cost at least four figures to bring a nigga out
Get ya budget up nigga better figure out
All that sideline hatin what the bicker bout
Had to boss up, had to take a different route
First they hate you then they love you then they hate again
Niggas dickridin thats the latest trend
Niggas making U-turns but they late again
While im chillin wit my girl in Mercedes Benz
Told my bitch gon head and make an OnlyFans
Yea they talkin that shit but they only fans
You fuckin wit lil boys im your only man
Yea they make a lot of noise but they only playin
First class flights put mama on bed on the jet
Im the man I demand your respect
I done did it all, scam, move grams
God damn stop playin, bust checks and I got the new jwet bitch nigga
Gang wit me, you know I got the thing wit me
Keep it real she gettin fucked if she hang wit me
Gang wit me, niggas better stop playin wit me
Only real niggas, no lame wit me
Stop playin on my motherfuckin name you a lame
No receipt on my feet but ride the wave
Gave that hoe 20k she cant complain
Bad lil vibe put it in her brain
Bust the AP cant do the plain jane
Stainless steel, turn you to a stain
Met her on a plane then me and brodie ran a train yea
I got the gang wit me, Ima stretch it out no limousine
Salad on my plate no kids cuisine, aint no snitchin we aint sayin a thing
Cant call him bro he put hoes in my business, fuck all that brackin gotta stay lowkey
All you niggas broke playin rich on the internet, lil bro you better not play wit me
Gang wit me, you know I got the thing wit me
Keep it real she gettin fucked if she hang wit me
Gang wit me, niggas better stop playin wit me
Only real niggas, no lame wit me
Keep it real and keep it on me, gave em sauce now they owe me
Bottom locked, keep it lowkey, I showed her them blue faces now she nosey
Only thing niggas ran from is police, I ran it up, track & field, need a trophy
Ridin wit it loaded, never lonely, pour me another one Im movin slowly, yea
Aint no vacation this shit a breeze, I make her cum right before I leave
Yea they doubted me nigga, get the clappin like im proud of them niggas
Get the riches like im Lionel, spin a nigga like a vinyl
Niggas gon die tryna go viral, keep em on they toes like a recital
Dont play wit me nigga
Gang wit me
Keep it real she gettin fucked if she hang wit me
Gang wit me, niggas better stop playin wit me
Only real niggas, no lame wit me
Gang wit me, you know I got the thing wit me
Keep it real she gettin fucked if she hang wit me
Gang wit me, niggas better stop playin wit me
Only real niggas, no lame wit me
Gang wit me, broke niggas always hatin stop playin wit me
Check my status I got racks we aint the same nigga
My first 50 out the feds in the same week
I stack it tall til it fall you gotta swim deep
Im in gleece mode tryna cop an AMG
I told her swallow hoe we dont need no plan B
I write checks nigga aint nobody checkin me
Rich talk, Monclear, Gucci, Louis V
I put Chanel on my bitch because she proud of me
I got the juice like Ju im tryna fuck all 3
I need a Dede and Chanel Raquel to fuck wit me
A real nigga with some racks there aint no other me
You know I still got that glizzy and that blick on me
Im screaming gang gang nigga thats the crip in me
She scream the same thing nigga she gon switch on me
Gang wit me, you know I got the thing wit me
Keep it real she gettin fucked if she hang wit me
Gang wit me, niggas better stop playin wit me
Only real niggas, no lame wit me
It cost at least four figures to bring a nigga out
Get ya budget up nigga better figure out
All that sideline hatin what the bicker bout
Had to boss up, had to take a different route
First they hate you then they love you then they hate again
Niggas dickridin thats the latest trend
Niggas making U-turns but they late again
While im chillin wit my girl in Mercedes Benz
Told my bitch gon head and make an OnlyFans
Yea they talkin that shit but they only fans
You fuckin wit lil boys im your only man
Yea they make a lot of noise but they only playin
First class flights put mama on bed on the jet
Im the man I demand your respect
I done did it all, scam, move grams
God damn stop playin, bust checks and I got the new jwet bitch nigga
Gang wit me, you know I got the thing wit me
Keep it real she gettin fucked if she hang wit me
Gang wit me, niggas better stop playin wit me
Only real niggas, no lame wit me
Stop playin on my motherfuckin name you a lame
No receipt on my feet but ride the wave
Gave that hoe 20k she cant complain
Bad lil vibe put it in her brain
Bust the AP cant do the plain jane
Stainless steel, turn you to a stain
Met her on a plane then me and brodie ran a train yea
I got the gang wit me, Ima stretch it out no limousine
Salad on my plate no kids cuisine, aint no snitchin we aint sayin a thing
Cant call him bro he put hoes in my business, fuck all that brackin gotta stay lowkey
All you niggas broke playin rich on the internet, lil bro you better not play wit me
Gang wit me, you know I got the thing wit me
Keep it real she gettin fucked if she hang wit me
Gang wit me, niggas better stop playin wit me
Only real niggas, no lame wit me
Keep it real and keep it on me, gave em sauce now they owe me
Bottom locked, keep it lowkey, I showed her them blue faces now she nosey
Only thing niggas ran from is police, I ran it up, track & field, need a trophy
Ridin wit it loaded, never lonely, pour me another one Im movin slowly, yea
Aint no vacation this shit a breeze, I make her cum right before I leave
Yea they doubted me nigga, get the clappin like im proud of them niggas
Get the riches like im Lionel, spin a nigga like a vinyl
Niggas gon die tryna go viral, keep em on they toes like a recital
Dont play wit me nigga
Gang wit me
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Writer(s): Julian Hanlan
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