Beautiful gang

Ryan Jade made it

I'm in the middle of the trench with my Glock
Most don't have a choice
So we choose the choice in our hands
We gamblin', shootin' dice, what you mean?
Aimin' at the big shots, what you mean?
No pictures, I'm sorry, what you mean?
Just bein' fake stays like a felony
Countin' real niggas, they countin' me (oh)

Cruisin' down the streets
One, two, three, four, nigga, we strapped
Runnin' up bags and we gettin'
The only thing that we do
Act like I need you, shit is crazy
Did it twice, so you know I can do it
How you my dawg and we fall about money?
Think twice before you make the wrong move (oh)

How you get the bag and think we're even?
Knowin' it was never the money, it was bro code
No, we still thuggin', that shit is for life
Heads down, hands down, we do it for life
Screamin', "Gang, gang" with my bros
Sippin' on lean, not really wockesha
Back in my zone, I call it Wakanda
Back in my zone, I call it Wakanda

When your dream is so big, it gets tough
When you down, nobody give you respect
You gotta fight hard to gain that
G code, G code, money is respect
Bitch, I got my money and respect
Mention my name and you get the respect
Gettin' money with my whole team lit
Damn, brodie, that's really what's up (oh)

Richard Mille, countin' diamonds with all my dawgs
Big boy phantoms
S560, we move in convoys
Back to back, G63s
Black on black with the ski mask on
Movin' just like a Russian
Love for my beautiful gang (krr, yeah)

My beautiful gang, gang, whoa (beautiful gang)
I do this for the gang, gang, whoa (do it for the gang)
Pass it like a ball to the gang, whoa
She wanna fuck with the gang, whoa

(Oh) I just got out my feelings
I don't really catch no feelings
She in her feelings, she comin' to me
She wanna talk to me about her feelings, whoa
I'm tradin' my feelings for a check, whoa
Bitch, get me my check please
I took a win for the team
Now the whole team lit, everybody safe (oh)

We got our favorite spot, money not the issue, dawg
She wanna ball with the dawgs
So we passed her 'round the team (yeah)
She got an L, whoa, I hate that sign though
Only dollar signs please
Get me the code, huh
The real G code, gotta live by the code
I got a fleet, yes, Mulsanne missin'

I don't really miss it, talk with caution
How can I cope, girl? Hop in this coupé (oh)
My Bentley coupé, let's go for a ride (skrr)
Wanna see the trench
Got my squad up with me
Always play by the rules
We don't tweak on the net
Gotta be proud of the gang

My beautiful gang, gang, whoa (beautiful gang)
I do this for the gang, gang, whoa (do it for the gang)
Pass it like a ball to the gang, whoa
She wanna fuck with the gang, whoa (oh)

Love for my dawgs, love for my family, the real ones here
Together we ballin', touchin' foreign plates and cities
We don't share locations, restrictions
Restrictions, we strict, yeah
We started from nothing (oh)
Go against the fam', go against all
Don't do that, no, please don't do that
Don't do that, yeah



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