With the Gang

Lyrics

[Chorus: Jay Critch] I cannot really have fun unless I got the gang with me You know I stay with a pump, and the shooters gon' bang for me I'm in the coupe with a baddy, I told her if she ain't getting money, she lame to me He is not 30 or Talk Money, he can't hang with me Louis belt cost 850, [?] I don't pay tickets In my hood, call me K.D Diamonds jumping like Blake Griffin Ain't gotta make a call for the strap, 'cause I came with it Please do not get involved with that shit if you not with it [Verse 1: Jay Critch] And I'm with Mally Bandz, so you know I'm drank sipping Still with the bros, used to go hit a stane with them I done took a loss, but you know I ain't tripping She got a lot of racks, put her on a list of my main bitches When I got to the gwop, they changed Whole time, I was staying the same [?] got the grip, got range Let it off [?] like Dame We spinning an opp, get hit When he spinning, ain't got no aim Them niggas can't stand no rain And the opps still fans, they strange [Verse 2: Rico Baby] Don't get it twisted, we still in these streets, bitch, it's 30 the gang I send some shooters [?] your block, please do not play with the gang Know we've been having that shit, and having our way before all of this fame Since it was [?] and [?], you come to my block, you get beat with a cane Remember them days I used to hop on the train I'ma go hop in the Range Remember that day she ain't give me no play Now she screaming my name Now I just fuck her and pass her to gang No, you cannot be my bae And we still getting pay from running them plays when we not on stage These niggas [?] popped, they think [?] someone to blame My niggas sip Wok, [?] sipping that drank, but that shit too plane I got a new Glock The same day, I went and bought me a chain [?] last thing he gon' see is my name Rico Baby [Verse 3 ?] Got the 30 on, I serve them, my gang gifted Got a new gun with a new beam, his aim different Got 40, [?] back, but I ain't Crippin Lotta [?] in this cup, but I ain't slippin Niggas ain't, listen We been on the mission Ain't no compitition I've been reminiscing Bitch, we the wave [?] He got shot, she gt grazed, it can happen [?] [Verse 4 ?] [?] but I'd rather [?] with [?] Bitch, we block blessed, savage world every day Bitch, I'm 730, got that tatted on my face Got it on my wrist and my arm and my waist [Verse 5 ?] I don't know what these bitches [?] hoes be all the same Got money, stay in your lane But I save that shit up for the Range Broke [?] selling this weight [?] Niggas hate when we [?] 'Cause they know we buy up all the [?] If it's beef, I don't make no mistake Try to jump in the street, looking both ways [?] how I get to the cake [?] watching for jakes Hop [?] gates [?] never ever took [?] [?] my mans, [?] [?] she got something on the way [Chorus: Jay Critch] I cannot really have fun unless I got the gang with me You know I stay with a pump, and the shooters gon' bang for me I'm in the coupe with a baddy, I told her if she ain't getting money, she lame to me He is not 30 or Talk Money, he can't hang with me Louis belt cost 850, [?] I don't pay tickets In my hood, call me K.D Diamonds jumping like Blake Griffin Ain't gotta make a call for the strap, 'cause I came with it Please do not get involved with that shit if you not with it