New Gang

Lyrics

[Intro] Arr, whip [Chorus: Ray J, Chris Brown, Ray J & Chris Brown] Ooh, you see the new gang comin' (New gang comin') Got that new gang comin', yeah (New gang comin') You see the new gang comin' (Woah, woah, new gang comin') Bitch, this OHB, yeah, we comin' (Yeah-yeah) [Post-Chorus: Ray J] Propane got us all blunted (Got us all blunted) The cocaine got her nose runnin' (Got her nose runnin') The strap got a hundred rounds in it (Hundred rounds in it) If it ain't about money, nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin', yeah (Woo) [Verse 1: Ray J, Luvaboy TJ] P-P-Pull up to the club 'bout a hundred It's a lotta Pirus and a couple bounty hunters (Oh, yeah, yeah, bounty hunters) I'm whippin' in that Wraith with my gunners (Woah, woah) 105 West with some shooters right in front of us (Oh, yeah, yeah, with some shooters, woo!) Got that meth lab up and runnin' (Meth lab runnin') Rest in peace to the big homie Buntry (Oh, yeah, yeah, big homie Buntry) Rest in peace to Young Thug, lil' homie (Woah, woah) From Centerville to Fruit Town, we gettin' money (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Luvaboy TJ, Chris Brown] You don't bang bang, you ain't gang gang You ain't never slang, choppin' 'caine With a bad bitch from Spain Talkin' slang off the promethazine OHB, bitch, new whip Stashed with rubber grips (Yeah) Stackin' chips Some of my homies Bloods and some bangin' Crips (Yeah!) 22 rims with my brims and some lady friends Stackin' ends, niggas in my way, that's one to the chin (Uh) Pockets on swole, I got a bunch of bands on me (Yeah) All these model bitches, they can't keep they hands off me (Van Gogh) [Chorus: Ray J, Chris Brown, Ray J & Chris Brown] Ooh, you see the new gang comin' (New gang comin', new gang comin') Got that new gang comin', yeah (Comin', new gang comin') You see the new gang comin' (New gang, woah, woah, new gang comin') Bitch, this OHB, yeah, we comin' (Ayy, yeah) [Verse 3: Chris Brown] Pull up, pull up if you 'bout it, nigga (Yeah) Where I'm from, we body niggas (Yeah) Kamikazes on Kawasaki's On 12 o'clock, you ain't ridin' with us (Ridin') I got killers that do what I say when I need Bullets spray fire out that lever (Ooh) I got homies pullin' up in broad day And set this bitch off like Latifah (Grrah) Smokin' Khalifa (Woo) And you was the one say you ready for war Now you on the ship (Uh-uh) You sound like a bitch, can't fuck with you, boy This that new gang All my niggas wear new chains And I put my bitch in a Mulsanne OHB in a black Lamb' like Bruce Wayne (Bruce Wayne, let's go) [Chorus: Ray J, Chris Brown, Ray J & Chris Brown] Ooh, you see the new gang comin' (New gang comin') Got that new gang comin', yeah (Woah, new gang comin') You see the new gang comin' (New gang, new gang comin') Bitch, this OHB, yeah, we comin', yeah! [Post-Chorus: Ray J, Truth KO] Propane got us all blunted (Got us all blunted) The cocaine got her nose runnin' (Got her nose runnin') The strap got a hundred rounds in it (Hundred rounds in it) If it ain't about money, nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin', yeah (Uh) [Verse 4: Truth KO] Pardon me, but I don't usually talk a lot If you ain't talkin' money, nigga, what you talkin' 'bout? The drop head take up multiple parkin' spots Nowadays gotta keep most shooters than Harvey got All about my presidents, hustle, never hesitant Fuck who you invested in 'cause me, my niggas next to win Money be my closest kin, I consider it my fam Keep the drummer like a bam and bein' broke, I never can Money's all I understand, I speak that shit fluently Every way, you never there, we call that shit truancy You speakin' that foolery, this money's nothin' new to me Ain't worried 'bout who's hot, I was cool before it was cool to be Fuckin' with a tried god, welcome to the tribe mob Plus we out here ballin', bang it down like the LeBron lob Championship rings for me and my fellow squad Truth one hundred like the numbers never lie, yeah [Chorus: Ray J, Chris Brown, Ray J & Chris Brown] Ooh, you see the new gang comin' (New gang comin') Got that new gang comin', yeah (New gang comin') You see the new gang comin' (Woah, woah, new gang comin') Bitch, this OHB, yeah, we comin' [Post-Chorus: Ray J] Propane got us all blunted (Got us all blunted) The cocaine got her nose runnin' (Got her nose runnin') The strap got a hundred rounds in it (Hundred rounds in it) If it ain't about money, nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin', yeah