Gang on Go
Yeah, yeah
If he talking, then my gang is on attack
Nigga talking crazy, then he get hit with this MAC, yeah
Call me Mr. Glock, 'cause I got shooters in the back
And I ain't like them pussy ass niggas, they know that, yeah
That nigga can't fuck with me, he know that that's a fact, yeah
Old nigga want smoke? Then we put hollows in your dad, yeah
Riding in a scat pack, my niggas push the gas, yeah
Lined that nigga up, then we gon' take him off the map, yeah
Nigga said he with it, we not tripping 'cause he cap, yeah
Set that nigga up, we finna put him in a trap, yeah
I hate when these lil niggas talking crazy, then wan' dap
I hate when ugly bitches post on IG like they Snap
Niggas post them guns, and still get clapped for real
I'm off a X, no I don't tweak, yeah I just need the pill
I don't got love for these hoes, I'm just keeping it real
I still got love for my dogs, even though they ain't here
If he talking, then my gang is on attack
Nigga talking crazy, then he get hit with this MAC, yeah
X and MALLORY, play with us and you get whacked
And I ain't like them pussy ass niggas, they know that, yeah
I got shooters in the back
Nigga try me once, I swear to god, he gon' get whacked
Fucking with young Mal', like can you please stop the act? Wait
Know I'd die for my brothers, know we stay up in a pact, wait
Know we all up in the back, smoking dubs, smoking thrax, wait
Know my only life mission is to get my get back, wait
My new bitch a snack, I be playing with her cat, wait
Nigga talking nonsense? We gon' put him in a pack, wait
Yeah, yeah, let's go back, niggas stealing all my flows, like where you at?
(Like were you at?)
Keep a Gat' like on my waist, like it go "blatt" (Like it go "blatt")
Did my best, might leave this world, hope you know that
Trying to make it, but I got too much to carry on my back
And they hate on what I do
Tell me why I got them mad?
Them some niggas on my dick
Be the ones that take my swag
I got bitches that'll fight
You wan' play? Then you get dragged
I'm too worried 'bout myself
Don't got time, I'm in my bag
Heard his tape and I can't lie, time to quit, that shit was ass
He keep talking all that shit, we gon' make his mama sad
Took this hoe up off the streets, hit her once then sent her back
All my niggas, they got drums, and I ain't talking bout no band
If he talking, then my gang is on attack
Pussy nigga talking, then he get hit with this MAC, yeah
X and MALLORY, play with us and you get whacked
I ain't like them pussy ass niggas, they know that
If he talking, then my gang is on attack
Nigga talking crazy, then he get hit with this MAC, yeah
Call me Mr. Glock, 'cause I got shooters in the back
And I ain't like them pussy ass niggas, they know that, yeah
That nigga can't fuck with me, he know that that's a fact, yeah
Old nigga want smoke? Then we put hollows in your dad, yeah
Riding in a scat pack, my niggas push the gas, yeah
Lined that nigga up, then we gon' take him off the map, yeah
Nigga said he with it, we not tripping 'cause he cap, yeah
Set that nigga up, we finna put him in a trap, yeah
I hate when these lil niggas talking crazy, then wan' dap
I hate when ugly bitches post on IG like they Snap
Niggas post them guns, and still get clapped for real
I'm off a X, no I don't tweak, yeah I just need the pill
I don't got love for these hoes, I'm just keeping it real
I still got love for my dogs, even though they ain't here
If he talking, then my gang is on attack
Nigga talking crazy, then he get hit with this MAC, yeah
X and MALLORY, play with us and you get whacked
And I ain't like them pussy ass niggas, they know that, yeah
I got shooters in the back
Nigga try me once, I swear to god, he gon' get whacked
Fucking with young Mal', like can you please stop the act? Wait
Know I'd die for my brothers, know we stay up in a pact, wait
Know we all up in the back, smoking dubs, smoking thrax, wait
Know my only life mission is to get my get back, wait
My new bitch a snack, I be playing with her cat, wait
Nigga talking nonsense? We gon' put him in a pack, wait
Yeah, yeah, let's go back, niggas stealing all my flows, like where you at?
(Like were you at?)
Keep a Gat' like on my waist, like it go "blatt" (Like it go "blatt")
Did my best, might leave this world, hope you know that
Trying to make it, but I got too much to carry on my back
And they hate on what I do
Tell me why I got them mad?
Them some niggas on my dick
Be the ones that take my swag
I got bitches that'll fight
You wan' play? Then you get dragged
I'm too worried 'bout myself
Don't got time, I'm in my bag
Heard his tape and I can't lie, time to quit, that shit was ass
He keep talking all that shit, we gon' make his mama sad
Took this hoe up off the streets, hit her once then sent her back
All my niggas, they got drums, and I ain't talking bout no band
If he talking, then my gang is on attack
Pussy nigga talking, then he get hit with this MAC, yeah
X and MALLORY, play with us and you get whacked
I ain't like them pussy ass niggas, they know that
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Writer(s): Kese Ubi
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