Gang In Here

Lyrics

[Chorus: CashClick Boog] You better tuck your chain, bitch it's gang in here Lil Nuny stuck that thang in here All these diamonds on my body, I might faint in here Rollin' cookie packs back to back, bitch it stank in here You better stay up in your lane in here 'Cause it can be a white sheet on your body while you lay in here I told Malo we can't play this year Everywhere we keep them pistols heavy, we can take it there [Verse 1: CashClick Boog] Stackin' bitcoins, I'm different flexin' Woke up with your bitch up in my bed, she ate my dick for breakfast Your main ho just got picked off, that's an interception G-O-D, if she ain't cashin' out then I ain't interested Patrero, I'm right there by the intersection Pull up in a manner, I ain't in to crescents I don't need shit but this draco and this Smith & Wesson When niggas killed Tino I felt disrespected, hey Bigs and One just hit Nini on the method back Dezi keep me laced up with them naughties, I be lovin' that I fuck with Shannon 'cause she double back Camila wasn't tryna up them bands, I can't fuck with that Call Monte on my brother at Rerock you with this Karo, now you stuck with that Pillow talkin' to them bitches, man what's up with that? If a nigga bug, Lil Bug know to up the strap And I always keep them shootas with me Ten milly on my hip, I'm in Erotic City, yeah Hell yeah I don't want no dance, ain't got no dollars with me Only blue face hundreds and a lot of fifties, ayy On the airplane with a lot of pounds My bitch bad like a problem child Nigga talkin' tough talk, they better calm it down, ayy 'Cause this F&N seven hold a lot of rounds I got lil dawgs, I don't need to shoot They'll cause hell if I need 'em to And bitch you better skip town if we beef with you Or you a dead man walkin' just like Beetlejuice, ah [Chorus: CashClick Boog] You better tuck your chain, bitch it's gang in here Lil Nuny stuck that thang in here All these diamonds on my body, I might faint in here Rollin' cookie packs back to back, bitch it stank in here You better stay up in your lane in here 'Cause it can be a white sheet on your body while you lay in here I told Malo we can't play this year Everywhere we keep them pistols heavy, we can take it there [Verse 2: Yatta] Tuck your chain, bitch it's gang in here Gucci Goo snuck that thang in here I don't think I missed the store, bitch I'm straight in here And nigga I ain't rollin' shit up, I catch a fade in here Ayy, brass steel, catch a blade in here Cut a nigga face, you think he shave in here Told Moni we gon' invest in real estate this year Got cookies on the State Farm like it's Jake in here, bitch Get off your ass and go bust a date Then get out my trap, I ain't tryna stay I don't trap with my bitches, send 'em out of state Pull up on the low, I ain't been on the A Wonderin' why these niggas wanna fuck with me now Lil bitches that lived, they want me to dick 'em down You ain't tryna get served, please don't bring your bitch around Sucker claimed some shit he ain't did, bet he wish he didn't now If my clique around, them sticks around, that's mando right Suckers die, we double back, shoot up the candlelight First class and Goyard bags, I like to travel right