10-4

Gang (Yeah)
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Gang, Uh
Uh, Uh

Send the play to my boy he said ten four
Niggas cappin like what you pretend fo'
If I made bout ten bands I need ten mo'
I can never stop stacking need tenfold
And you niggas be thinking I'm playing
Ian playing with niggas, Nintendo
And these girls in the bed that I lay with
Only fuckin with dimes I got ten hoes
Ian reaching enough only ten goals
I just gave you ten lines using ten hoe
And the music do numbers my shit blow
She be blowing a nigga essential
Whip the ride like it's stolen a rental
I got plaques on my wall that shit dental
Imma crazy young nigga I'm mental
I stay in the dark hanging round like a bat
Yea I'm tryna run up a sack
I get to the mula I need me a bag
And all of my niggas on track
You envying us we gon get the last laugh
So I pour the wok in my cup
I'm feelin my fancy I might use the glass
And I had enough of y'all shit
Imma run up these digits leave y'all in the past, gang

These Niggas is broke these Niggas is bitch
I hop on this bitch and I'm talking my shit
These niggas be flexing and I see a lick
Yea
I'm in this bitch with the gang
If you fuck with the opps then bitch you cannot hang
Bitch nigga we are not the same I'll get on yo ass bitch this is not a game
Hop out the whip and my Niggas come get you
My Niggas be blowing like nose in a tissue
You say it's a problem nigga what's the issue
You play with JohnWiic the choppa gon dismiss you

I had to run up them bands
I got the glock in my pants
Hell na ian throwing hands
They like he did it again
Most of these niggas be fans
They really do it for clout
I don't know what it's about
And my niggas from the south

Got my name in his mouth nigga get off my dick
You broke, nigga go hit you a lick
Hop back on this bitch I'm still talking my shit
She eat on the dick like some chips
Get hit in yo shit if you give me the lip
I'm gon let it blow get low then dip on gang

I'm back and we running shit bronem be dumping quick
Stay with a cooler kit we shooting movie flicks
Do call of duty hits, painting her face yea I ain't new to this
I'm fuckin this white bitch she call me colorist I let my brotha hit
Na I ain't cuffing it I got the K, you know that I'm stuffin it
I got her sucking it, she on some otha shit
Know who you fucking with, brudda to brudda shit

My niggas be taking shit pull up we baking shit
Thought it was cake and shit now he ain't safe and shit
Can't fuck a basic bitch just want the face and shit
We gon hit you with the drac never seen it before
So he thought it was fake we gon leave his body in a lake
He switched on his homie he turned to a snake
Thought he had his back, like his name was Jake
These niggas be cappin can't trust what they say
These niggas is bitch they get hit in the face

Send the play to my boy he said ten four
Niggas cappin like what you pretend fo'
If i made bout ten bands I need ten mo'
I can never stop stacking need tenfold
And you niggas be thinking I'm playing
Ian playing with niggas, Nintendo
And these girls in the bed that I lay with
Only fuckin with dimes I got ten hoes
Ian reaching enough only ten goals
I just gave you ten lines using ten hoe
And the music do numbers my shit blow
She be blowing a nigga essential
Whip the ride like it's stolen a rental
I got plaques on my wall that shit dental
Imma crazy young nigga I'm mental
I stay in the dark hanging round like a bat
Yea I'm tryna run up a sack



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Writer(s): Johnathan Richardson, Mikaili Ingram
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