Gang Baby
Nigga, I'm a gang baby, you know I'ma rock out
I been itchin for a stain, gotta make sure ain't no cops round
Turn a hater to a fan, look at me, bitch, I'm the man now
I got money, I got bands, I put Chanel on you lens
I asked her what she wanna eat, she told me Benihanas
I told her, baby, just don't trip, I know you wit that drama
I come from playin' with that stick, bitch, I'll put you under
And when I up it, I won't miss, I hope you see it comin
My lil' bitch told me for the post, my pics on IG
Matter fact, just fuck the post, me and TY in that O
I can't wait to fuckin' blow, nigga, I'ma do the most
I'm lyin', I just might go ghost, nigga, I keep sticks on me
You sayin' that's your big dog, nigga, we'll shoot your big homie
You know I let that stick off, what u on, cause we all on it
This nigga really a bitch coppin pleas lyin on his dead homie
I really can't fuck with these hoes, cause you know they all phony
Just told Vanjee welcome home, he said it feel so good to be free
I walk on wit my hoodie, so I hope that they don't notice me
I catch a nigga muggin', bust him up, you know that's first degree
He claim that he ain't heard of me, bitch its murder when I creep (Bitch)
Nigga, I'm a gang baby, you know I'ma rock out
I been itchin' for a stain, gotta make sure ain't no cops round
Turn a hater to a fan, look at me, bitch I'm the man now
I got money, I got bands, I put Chanel on yo lens
I told her to bring some friends, she asked me did I have xans
You know I be settin' trends, and these niggas follow in
I don't shop at city trends, it's designer on my pants
Bang it out, let's have a stand, nigga, better have a plan
I got old niggas hatin' on a young nigga
From the slums, nigga, you know I go dumb, nigga
If it's a problem, nigga, pussy nigga fix the issue
I'ma get up wit you, since you talkin' like you wit it
I don't do no tweetin' on no Twitter, fuck no
Meme done got up in my phone, she broke the barcode
I can't be fuckin' ratchet, bitches im way past those
They say I'm wildin', I been smokin' on tobacco
Nigga, I'm a gang, baby, you know I'ma rock out
I been itchin' for a stain, gotta make sure ain't no cops round
Turn a hater to a fan, look at me, bitch I'm the man now,
I got money, I got bands, I put chanel on yo lens
I been itchin for a stain, gotta make sure ain't no cops round
Turn a hater to a fan, look at me, bitch, I'm the man now
I got money, I got bands, I put Chanel on you lens
I asked her what she wanna eat, she told me Benihanas
I told her, baby, just don't trip, I know you wit that drama
I come from playin' with that stick, bitch, I'll put you under
And when I up it, I won't miss, I hope you see it comin
My lil' bitch told me for the post, my pics on IG
Matter fact, just fuck the post, me and TY in that O
I can't wait to fuckin' blow, nigga, I'ma do the most
I'm lyin', I just might go ghost, nigga, I keep sticks on me
You sayin' that's your big dog, nigga, we'll shoot your big homie
You know I let that stick off, what u on, cause we all on it
This nigga really a bitch coppin pleas lyin on his dead homie
I really can't fuck with these hoes, cause you know they all phony
Just told Vanjee welcome home, he said it feel so good to be free
I walk on wit my hoodie, so I hope that they don't notice me
I catch a nigga muggin', bust him up, you know that's first degree
He claim that he ain't heard of me, bitch its murder when I creep (Bitch)
Nigga, I'm a gang baby, you know I'ma rock out
I been itchin' for a stain, gotta make sure ain't no cops round
Turn a hater to a fan, look at me, bitch I'm the man now
I got money, I got bands, I put Chanel on yo lens
I told her to bring some friends, she asked me did I have xans
You know I be settin' trends, and these niggas follow in
I don't shop at city trends, it's designer on my pants
Bang it out, let's have a stand, nigga, better have a plan
I got old niggas hatin' on a young nigga
From the slums, nigga, you know I go dumb, nigga
If it's a problem, nigga, pussy nigga fix the issue
I'ma get up wit you, since you talkin' like you wit it
I don't do no tweetin' on no Twitter, fuck no
Meme done got up in my phone, she broke the barcode
I can't be fuckin' ratchet, bitches im way past those
They say I'm wildin', I been smokin' on tobacco
Nigga, I'm a gang, baby, you know I'ma rock out
I been itchin' for a stain, gotta make sure ain't no cops round
Turn a hater to a fan, look at me, bitch I'm the man now,
I got money, I got bands, I put chanel on yo lens
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