Whole Gang

Lyrics

[Intro] (Iced Up Records) [Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo] Yeah, twenty chains, ho, you know the wave Rollie over bang, I've been shittin' since the Rollie days Yacht blue and yellow, full of nuggets, look like Golden State Same nigga used to rollerblade, now the Rover skate Pockets fat as fuck, need to run, my shit overweight I'll whack a nigga over crumbs, 'specially over weight 40 on me, been done left a nigga like I'm runnin' late I was in Miami, me and Baby, hit the O with Face, nigga Four pints cost me ten-some I be always on a turn-around like I missed somethin' Took my bitch to Barneys on Rodeo, told her pick somethin' You ain't gettin' pape', niggas be too busy dick suckin' [Verse 2: HBK Kid] Always wanna be in first place, fuck a runner-up (Run it) Countin' paper all night, fuck, I gave my thumb a cut (Fuck) I was twenty-one with twenty on me, but that's nothin' much So, you doin' money talk? It better be a buck and up (Come on) Niggas want a taste of the pies but can't look straight in the eyes I'm startin' to think that you a snake in disguise I've been focusin', lately, I've been chasin' the skies I keep this shit pushin', I can get a Wraith if I tried I'm breakin' her eyes on every bed in four, five, six And give me space while I'm shootin' if you don't got shit (Nigga) Seen niggas gettin' money, then they go out quick Settin' examples for the youngins who don't know 'bout shit (Yeah) Westside in this bitch and the Eastside too Your bitch a lil' spooky, how she wanna be my boo? With prescription contacts, you can't see my crew You fake niggas transparent, I can see right through [Verse 3: Lil Perry] Servin' OT 'cause the block hot as Takis (It's hot) Bitch, this ain't no fuckin' stir fry, this hibachi Did the 69 with your bitch, I ain't Tekashi (Nope) Lil' nigga, big strap, but won't no big nigga box me (Woo) Only thirteen, I was itchin' for a body (Body) Few years before, I'll pull up in a hottie Around the same time, I was stretchin' Act' with Quali' Fast forward, now I'm in a Wraith on Collins sippin' Wocky (Woo) Niggas hatin' on me, shit, I heard it through the grapevine (Grapevine) Plug waitin' on me, I just gotta cross the state-line (Bitch) Free Boss Hogg, got my nigga doin' state time (Boss Hogg) Whippin' up babies take talent, it don't take time (Boy) [Verse 4: Babyface Ray] The next Rollie on my wrist (What?), probably a forty (Yeah) A presi', lil'-ass nigga, bag heavy (Heavy) I can do the route there and back without a navi' (God) Let a pretty bitch run through the mall like her daddy I was up, fell off, then got back again (Got back) Quit rappin', started trappin', tryna rap again (Now I'm back) Puttin' miles on a Kia, tryna snatch a Benz Sprayed the car then doubled back, them niggas actin' dead (Fuck 'em) They said I was the one, but I was lackin' bread Now, I know to keep it on me, never lack again (It's on me) I'm sendin' P Yeezy kicks when he at the feds She was talkin' down 'bout the gang, so I got the head [Verse 5: Overlord Scooch] Bein' broke taught a nigga how to live with money (For real) Wakin' up next to hoes, thinkin' they stealin' from me My trust issues make me clutch pistols When you up, they on your nuts, when you broke, they don't fuck with you (Bitch) Good luck with it, boy, I know how it go (I know how it go) I done sold a whole brick, I done sold out a show (Sold out a show) Water drippin' off the piece all the way to the floor (Ice) I make it look like I'm rich sellin' eighthies of blow You either listen to them or you listen to me (OV) Snatch a big off a chicken, yeah, it's missin' a wing (Bird) I ain't put it back together, boy, you gettin' it clean And I ain't never sold nobody no Michigan weed (Hah) Did time in the joint, nigga, and I ain't goin' back (Hell nah) Ain't 'posed to be around no felons, and I'm knowin' that (I'm knowin' that) I'm holdin' straps while I'm throwin' craps Wife beater on, cookin' an O of crack, boy, you know it's facts [Verse 6: Peezy] Just made it back with two hundred of the finest (I'm back) Called my Mexican and get two hundred on consignment (Hello?) A's on my report card, I turned in my assignment (Yeah) Had my first crackhouse when niggas wore Breitling (Facts) Bentley truck at Bossa Nova, order some lasagna (Yeah) Spin this bitch around, I got a play at Ace of Diamonds (I'm pullin' up) Lookin' for the shit I'm wearin' today, you can't find it (Nope) Three thousand for an outfit, and it ain't even Friday (Hah) Finish up this load, then I'm done, I told Ghazi (I'm done) Then I got another load, shit, I tried it (My bad) Twenty chains on, couple of them bitches hidin' (Yeah) Told 'em ain't no need to test drive this bitch, 'cause I'm buyin' it [Verse 7: Payroll Giovanni] The shit I spit make niggas get up off they ass And quit trippin' and try to stumble on some cash (Yeah) Used to double off of halves, tryna bubble to a slab Now, I push a coupe, stompin' up the motherfuckin' ave (Skrrt) I'm a Westside trafficker, you known for slappin' dirt Run off with a front, I put you on the front and back of shirts (Bah) You can grab a verse or come grab a chirp, shit, whatever works (Whatever) Bitches lay the cheddar first, chasin' pussy never works (Never) Born in a family where nobody had a job You either sell dope or sell dope, you nothin' if you rob (No) I engage in crack sales, bitch, I'm married to the mob (Mob shit) Stacks sloppy and fat, just a motherfuckin' slob (Yeah) I'm a diamond linker, vacuum-sealed bag shrinker (Uh) You a small thinker, ass kisser, couch sleeper My clique all leaders, trail in foreign car blinkers (Yeah) Head to the club in a dozen two-seaters, nigga (BYLUG)