Ricky Baker

Lyrics

[Intro] That's what I thought you said Now let me offer this as a rebuttal Ayy Gang, gang What? Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, bitch Y'all already know how the fuck we rockin' man Gang, gang, gang, gang Lil' Daij from the motherfuckin' east side Nigga, fuck you talkin' 'bout Ayy Izak made this one [Verse 1] Keep that .30 in that back pack, I'ma max that On my brother, get the cash stack, nigga, matte black I'm deshouvled, I can not lack, I can not quack But today I'ma pack that, I'ma blast that Keep that .40 on my hip (Wait, huh?), it's gone hit (Yeah) Beyblade, I'ma fuckin' let it rip (Shoot that gun) Thirty-eight, bang it out like nba (Huh, what?) Ayy, Lil Baby How yo day? It's going great (It's going great) My Brodie said he smokin' skunk, because it stank (That shit stank) I'm so unbothered, at the crib I'm eating steak He said he ran up on the Don, that's his mistake Because that steak ain't fill me up, he on my Plate Hold up bitch, 'cause I'm a big timer, I'm a sick rhymer On the gang, I gotta Big piper, ion fight typers On my mama, she a click hopper, I'ma shit stopper Dark nighter, it's a bit lighter, you a lick minor [Refrain 1] On the gang, bitch, I'ma activate I'm gon' activate If he sneakin', I'm gon' activate I'm gon' activate Do me shmitty. I'm gon' activate I'm gon' activate Bitch on my brudda, I'm gon' activate I'm gon' activate [Verse 2] Got that .40 with that beam bitch make his legs rock Cop some lemon pepper chicken wings right from wing stop Got yo birdie in the backseat, she a street bop Jarren said he love that .30, this a Big Glock (Izak made this one) Fuck a jelly, I'm a jam bitch Fuck the fam bitch (Fuck that nigga) Fuck Isiah, he a fan bitch I go ham bitch I'm the goat, I'm still the man, bitch Jackie Chan, bitch I'ma tax him on the gram, bitch Uncle Sam, bitch [Refrain 2] I'm just from east side the city, drop bodies, get gritty If you sneaking, I got it, you get it, I'm riding, we with it I'm just from east side the city, drop bodies, get gritty If you sneaking, I got it, you get it, I'm riding, we with it [Verse 3] Sending shots through his window, nigga 10 fold Hit his body make em crippled, extra simple Shout out Shawny from the Den though, that's my kinfolk That's not yo' whip, so what you in for? It's a rental (Gang, gang) All of these niggas be flockin, but they not gang gang, bitch (They not gang gang) Pull out that choppa on niggas, then I go Luke Cage, bitch (What?) Why do you fuck with my mental? It's clear I'm insane, bitch (Bitch) Please don't act like you untouchable, you in my range, bitch (Bitch) I got them big racks right on me, don't care bout yo fame, bitch (Bitch) Fuck all yo homies in prison, I don't feel yo pain, bitch (Bitch) See me I take all your jewelry, best tuck yo chain, bitch (What?) Roll down the glass with the shotty, you Ricky today, bitch (Baow, baow) I'm on yo ass with no mercy, don't care what you say, bitch (Baow, baow) Don't see the vision, it's blurry, I smeared up yo face, bitch (Baow) Put thirty on me like Curry, don't care bout no case, bitch (What?) Next time, approach me with courtesy, or you get slayed, bitch (Baow) [Outro] Ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang, gang, nigga, yeah I'm with the gang, gang, gang, gang, bitch Now let me offer this as a rebuttal