Gabe Gang

Lyrics

[Intro: YSR Gramz] Yung Sak Runner shit, nigga, YSR Gabe gang (Good lookin', Cali) [Verse 1: YSR Gramz & YN Jay] I got a drum and a stick, I'm a marching band They gave bro two more years, he had contraband It got a switch and it blow, so I call it fan You a grown lil' boy, never had twenty bands You can't save everybody, you not Superman My young nigga lived his whole life like Gucci Mane We used to call that nigga four one, now he the coochie man I just roulette for ten bands and did the Uzi dance (Ahh) [Verse 2: YN Jay] Nigga called a ride, hopped out shootin' out an Uber van Nigga set a play, it didn't work, he thought he knew the plan AR with the scope on it, seen him through the peephole I like all the rich bitches, you fuck all the cheap hoes I like all the thick bitches, I like all the bad bitches Glock with a button on it, you ain't never had switches You ain't never came up then fucked up the bag, nigga You ain't never had no real killers on your ass, nigga [Verse 3: YSR Gramz] Friday after next, you heard what happened to the last niggas You better stop playin' and get a motherfuckin' bag, nigga I'm really like that, don't never treat me like no rap nigga Get a nigga wrapped like a fuckin' chicken wrap, nigga They got switches out here, I'll never scrap with you A cap rapper paid me for a feature, I ain't cap with him I don't beat hoes up, but I'll smack women My bitch found out I was cheatin' and she cracked windows [Verse 4: YN Jay] BM dub, it's a droptop, it ain't got no ceilings Bro sell so much dog, he got four kennels Gang hit the road so deep, they got four rentals Nigga died, he ain't have no gun, ain't got no pistol Bro lost his mind in the booth, ain't got no mental Nigga said he grew up in the hood, he used to go to Bendle [Verse 5: YSR Gramz] Bro caught a body, ain't tell nobody, he a smooth killer Broke-ass nigga ain't got shit, you a shoe stealer I love a ghetto bitch from the hood like GloRilla I ain't have a pops, he was locked, you had a P. Miller You a bitch and a dude, you Bruce Jenner We just dropped a six in a pop, it's barely juice in it I really wanna fuck Megan Thee Stallion, give me two minutes A nigga touch my chain, it's gon' be two killings [Verse 6: YN Jay] New jewelry hittin' like lightning, they think Zeus did it I don't need no cap to spin my whip, I got the coupe spinning I left all my hoes in the past, I need some new bitches I'm still ridin' in an old school with the Roochie spinning Hit his car with so many shots, he need a new transmission I can tell he ain't got no aim 'cause when he shoot, he missing Nigga locked, no hope for gettin' out unless he shoot the witness (Why the fuck y'all send that crash dummy on that stupid mission?)