The Gang

Lyrics

Verse 1 (DAX): ...you cannot mess with the gang, 'cause my Lyrics' the trigger, show off, let it bang ...on me, I'm keeping tha' thang Reloading, my homie, David is tha' king ...Team Future on global, the aim, straight Packing the ammo, we point and go blammo, we Laying your body right next to your shadow Cristiano, but best not cross us up again Got my affirmative stance Point at the floor, make you dance Just iPhone X in my pants 'cause the power's in my hands You cannot mess with the crew 'spesh when I'm president too Conclusion, you're sketchy, I drew Your wifey just messaged "I do" Finna' go ape in the booth Banana clips at your coupe Music'll punch out your tooth Pulled up just missing the roof These haters are asking for proof, but the Work I'm "pudding" be the scoop, still on the Move, no messing with 72 'cause I'm Bob The Builder with the tool, the tape, man, it's True, rap game Takashi Murakami, Virgil Abloh on the shoes, making the News, point at my homies, going straight Gogeta, Gotenks when I fuse, preach from the Pews, Jesus is coming back, in fact, he died for gentiles and the jews, girl, get a Clue, you thought I'm still attached just 'cause, one album, you were the muse? Damn Verse 2 (Rob): She was the muse, I am confused, currently sipping on juice Bending the rules, this what I do, bumping shit all in the coupe She getting rude, what did I do, I'm just a regular dude Sitting here, acting a fool, she from the DMV, cutie the fool You got the juice, nigga, I need the proof I got a uncle with gold on his tooth I got a auntie with gold on her tooth So what did I get, nigga? Gold on my teeth Fucking with me, nigga: end up a tee Looking for beef, nigga, bon appetit My stomach hurts, nigga, I need some tea Slow down the beat, nigga, I need to breath I need a roll up my sleeve, I need to roll up some leaves I need a chill on the beat, I need a chill on the beat I need a Canada Breeze, I need a girl from the six I need a girl with some sense, I need a girl with some bands No nigga, you not my mans, I'm balling like Kevin Durant 'cause nigga, there is no chance, niggas know I am the champ Y'all niggas dressing so champ, niggas is lit like a lamp Nigga, we lit like a lamp, nigga, we lit like a lamp Verse 3 (Kez): Aye - bitch, I be lit like a lamp Shoot: I don't miss, I'mma hit em right where he stand And all you ever wanna do is talk that shit on the gram So I'mma hit you with that "gra-ta-ta" and then "blam" I'm on my real shit, probably not ever gonna get famous If I don't, then I'm jugging the city before I flame it If I'm on the block, then I'm always 'bout the gang shit 32, 100 of squad is on that lame shit ... ...aye I let the chopper go bang I let the choppers exchange Yeah, you always 'bout the lame shit Bitch, I'm always on the lang shit Yeah, I'm always with my gang, bitch Yeah, I'm always with the gang, bitch Bitch; fucked up, know my Chopper hot, that gra-ta-ta I probably pop, fucking on your Thot before I drop your block I love that you talking, know my team was Never novice, we was always climbing You'd rather sit back and watch it, settle for Less make me sick, so I'm nauseous Got more fucking ki than every spirit bomb at once My energy so overwhelming; I could drop the sun, with a Flick of my wrist; cause I ain't even begun, all my Squad has 30 forms; and you've only seen one Verse 4 (WalTreClay): DAX said don't mess with the crew Catch me posted up in Lex with the troops I do not fuck with the wave Searching 'round again for something to say Team Future with the Walt I been up inside the vault Haters you can suck my left nut Everybody wanna ball I been up, drifting inside the spaceship Twisting a blunt while in levitation Bitch, I've been moving across eight states Just tryna' be picking up on the pace, man Now, I'm ripping like a fucking P90 And now I got my fucking city behind me My homies just really trying to get it Only moving forward and never rewinding Bulletproof in the booth, me and Kami got the moves, and I'm vibing with the Juice, dabbing, diving in the soup, I'm just tryna' get a clue - true Bitch, I'm riding with the gang, and I'm hot rod with the flames, never fond of all the Fame, driving off the fucking lane, dipping and swerving up in the suburban, they Always be nervous whenever around me It's like they wanna talk about me I've been late to almost everything, it's Like I'm even late up on the downbeat I make music with my homies Bitch, you ain't even fucking know me So get the fuck up off the stage You talking like a fake ass motherfucking OG Posted up with my shinobis Kami and DAX in the rover Bitch, I'm Obiwan Kenobi, I Force push and launch that bitch right off the shoulder and Into a boulder, us kids are the coldest, I Been here for years, and it didn't get older, but Sipping the Folger is getting me going, I'm Switching the mode into drift and it's over