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Ayy, free the gang

True, uh (ayy, ayy, I'm feelin' better and better)

(Carnage, you a fool, you crazy)

(Gang, gang, I'm feelin' better and better)

(You say shit that don't matter)

Aight, I'm gonna try a little somthin'

(Bop, bop, bop)

(Ayy, it ain't getting any better)

(Black seats with the leather)

Alright, drop me in

I'm feeling silly off that Cognac

But that Henny got me feeling lifted

We don't pay attention to the opps

They only communicate if it's encrypted

We tell that side they can't come here

I don't know why them boys always listen (true)

So we go to go them and it's getting boring, lad

It's feeling more like a tradition (p**s)

They dissin' the crew but do it for tunes

You're making a big mistake (yeah)

Then ask for peace, nah, none of that

We gon' fry 'em like fish filet

I get the drop then think of my music

I don't know what risk to take

I'm watching the news and seeing my opps

It's feeling like Christmas day

I do shit, we done did that

Now it's time to move with the weather

Wasn't a week but I'm back and better

Everyone sayin' they on me, nah

Thinkin' they'll catch me lackin', never

Twenty or plus every time we enter

I ain't feelin' threatened, they gon' let 'em in

Two-seven resident, them boys irrelevant

We on the top p**y, evident

(Ayy, ayy, gang, gang)

I'm feelin' better and better (yeah)

You say shit that don't matter (yeah)

She wanna f**k, I wouldn't let her, gang, gang, gang, gang

(Ayy, ayy) it ain't getting any better

Black seats with the leather

Foreign big whips, Panamera (bop, bop, bop)

Gang, gang

I'm feelin' better and better (yeah)

You say shit that don't matter (yeah)

She wanna f**k, I wouldn't let her

Gang, gang, gang, gang (ayy, ayy)

It ain't getting any better

Black seats with the leather

Foreign big whips, Panamera (ayy, ayy)

These leather seats are too comfy

You can call me a young boss of the country

Fuckboys talk tough on the net

But they out here singing love songs like Humphrey

My .45 wants to pop

Shots and fiends, they're just like a junkie

And when there's drama, I chuck on my armor

Let it rain with a grip on a pumpy

These bright lights leavin' 'em jumpy

I might just consider them monkeys

I shall be getting too clumsy

I might just get rid of his aunty

Still callin' me Spenny, my (ah)

They think that they killin' it (nah)

Got numbers like who? (Who?)

I might as well see the end last

(Ayy, ayy, gang, gang)

I'm feelin' better and better

You say shit that don't matter (yeah)

She wanna f**k, I wouldn't let her

Gang, gang, gang, gang

(Ayy, ayy) it ain't getting any better

Black seats with the leather

Foreign big whips, Panamera (bop, bop, bop)

Yo, you're not Scarface, not Tony

Just scar faced, I heard he got got (trust, trust)

Know what the mandem do on the block (facts)

Say I talk about burning my clothes

Man, what can I say? I do it a lot

And if rap don't work, it's cool

I still put food in the pot (trust)

All of this chopping and selling

I put like 10k in my dirty denims (facts)

I'm in west with some violent members

Make the room move and you might get peppered

In the jungle with snakes and leopards, Dutch

I ring bells for multiple cheffings, qweffings

Don't play games like tekkers

Wreckers, go on right there and shell it

It's so peak now I just got rich

Still got beef like the Bloods and Crips (trust)

Bro said that he wanna do striker

I gave him the scores, told him, "Don't miss"

If you don't do it, I'll do it myself

Still cool when you get the assist

Their extraction points been compromised

Right now, they're steering and covered in brick

(Ayy, ayy, gang, gang)

I'm feelin' better and better (yeah)

You say shit that don't matter (yeah)

She wanna f**k, I wouldn't let her

Gang, gang, gang, gang

(Ayy, ayy) it ain't getting any better

Black seats with the leather

Foreign big whips, Panamera (bop, bop, bop)

(Ayy, ayy) gang, gang

I'm feelin' better and better (yeah)

You say shit that don't matter (yeah)

She wanna f**k, I wouldn't let her

Gang, gang, gang, gang

(Ayy, ayy) it ain't getting any better

Black seats with the leather

Foreign big whips, Panamera (ayy, ayy) (bop, bop, bop)

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah