Gang

Lyrics

[Intro] SOS Ooh J Mak [Verse] Free smoke, free smoke Remember riding around giving out free tokes Mama used to ask why I got three phones I can't wait for the day they let broski home Really waitin' for the touchdown Member being down, but a young nigga up now Riding 'round my city, I can never put the gun down I grew up as kid being used to the gun sound I'm really used to the gun shots, big 30 clips But we used to have one pop Just say the word my nigga Then you know that it's done top Fuck a full clip, you get pitched off of one shot You get pitched off of one green, better think smart Cuase you only got one brain 50 bands, but I only got one chain These bitches want my money But only got one ting Or maybe two, dicking both You can't really trust these bitches so I stick and move And I'm feeling like Wassi, the way I'm quick to shoot Ha? the way I'm quick to shoot And i gotta make it nigga cuase I spit the truth Got me going through some shit that I wish you knew That I wish you understand I'm tryna turn 50 to a 100 fucking bands Yeah I got a 100 plans Got through it, yeah I got a 100 stamps Tryna run up on me wrong You gonna end up like your man Six feet, yeah I'm ruling in the courtz Every time we on your block yeah it's like a fucking sport Call my youngins up, you know they gon score You don't wanna let us in so we kick in the door And we coming for the cash And we coming for the safe I ain't going nowhere, stop talking about the race I ain't rolling with K, but I'm rolling with a cane Don't move too sick cuase every dog has it's day So you better play your part Fuck shooting up the car My shooters walk up on your block And have you cooling with the stars