Gang Signs

Young boys east side from the big city
Ask a pretty girl if she wanna ride with me
Which drink am I choosing to get litty
I can't choose cause I'm indecisive I'm picky picky
Smoking a kimber it's Billy Billy
She call me up for a quickie quickie
Used to serve up to the local nitties on the high street that's when I rolled with the flicky flicky
I call up bro for the menu
Scrape out the grinder, clean it of the residue
Beamers and Mercs, when they roll with us I roll with them too
Pull up and smoke up outside the venue
Come from a background of bad yutes with bad mind
Some of whom are doing time, got caught on county lines
Bro bro just got back from a glide
All shook up looks like he ain't sleeping tonight
Man a real bad man but I act nice
Can't hang around here cause we're the bad guys
Can't manage me, can't tell me to act right
Push my buttons you might see the bad side
J-Hus vibe that's Fanta with no ice
I told you once now I've told you twice
Put in work and get off your backside
But you're too busy throwing up gang signs
Gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang signs
Gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang signs
Gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang signs
But you're too busy throwing up gang signs

Ayyyy ayyyuhh
Ayy throwing up gang signs
In penthouses like grand designs
Flicky flicky don't roll with the knife
But if I have to, it's wid the gang or with the guys
She said she wanna roll with me tonight
Bad b and she looking like my size
She bring dead weed so I remember that taste
But it's all calm cause I had my mine
*Eishh* Still ride no face no case
I guess he don't want no jail time
But he too busy throwing up gang signs
Gang gang gang gang gang gang gang signs
Gang gang gang gang gang gang gang signs
Gang gang gang gang gang gang gang gang signs
But you're too busy throwing up gang signs



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Writer(s): Connor Cleaver
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