Gang
Yeah
Phew, phew
Gang, skinny n**a, fat racks, I'm out the way
(Shitty Boyz, DogShitMilita, what's the deal Tyler?)
Gas burnin' like some sage
Yeah, stayin' out the way (ayy, Will)
Gang, ayy, skee
Skinny n**a, fat racks, stayin' the f**k up out the way (gang)
White Runtz inside my blunt, that b**h burnin' like some sage
No, I ain't doin' s**t for you if that s**t don't get me paid
Bad b**h, she got her toes done and her edges slayed
I'm on the beat, I'm in that mode, n**a, you can't stop the rain
Make sure that my family straight before I ever buy a chain (on gang)
I get in the booth, my feet kicked up, I'm kissin' Mary Jane (out my body)
You won't catch me in the mix, I'm stayin' in my own lane
You won't catch me in the mix but you can catch me with ya b**h (with ya b**h)
Nah, this ain't dirty money, all my money be legit (my s**t legit)
In the booth, I'm smokin' Sour Patch, feelin' like that kid (like that kid)
I just took a n**a b**h, yeah, I hit her with that rizz (yeah)
Yeah, I'm feelin' like a pimple 'cause I'm finna pop my s**t
If you ever took my ho, it ain't no pressure 'bout that b**h
Ain't no gas inside his blunt, buddy must be smokin' mid
You ain't tryna get no money, you ain't standin' on no biz
Take a look inside my pocket, I got racks inside my pants
I been gettin' to that money, n**a, feelin' like that man (like the man)
Took yo' b**h and get behind her, yeah, then I do my dance (yeah)
Time to have them labels callin', n**a, tryna get them bands
Nah, I'on't f**k with niggas, you might think I'm the Klan
Run that my money up, make sure my family straight, yeah, that's the plan
I ain't have to take ya b**h, turnt ya ho' into a fan
Take the ho' out to the beach, she gettin' freaky on the sand
Pennywise inside my blunt, hit that shit, it make you float
I'm out the way, I'm with ya b**h and she tryna drive the boat (drive the boat)
I'm either out here chasin' cake or talkin' s**t up in the 'yo (I'm in the 'yo)
I can't wait to rock the stage, you know I'm tryna kick the door
Rubi Rose or Jayda Wayda, man, f**k it, I want both
Had to cut lil' mama off because she always do the most
I been kissin' Mary Jane, think I'm 'bout to overdose
I been steppin' on they neck, I got the rap game in a choke
(Phew, ayy)
I won't wife a b**h, I'm high as hell up on the rings of Saturn
Pop like it's Wakanda, hit the hood, I gotta feed the panther
How you thirty with zero hustle? Like shit, we need some answers
Fully switched, survived this b**h, up out the chance of beatin' cancer
Runnin' so historic, just looked up, you ain't even peep the banners
Sippin' purple rain, R.I.P Prince, you drinkin' green like Lantern
Only got some money when it's tax time, I done seen this pattern
Ahki caught a hat then lit a square, it's just to calm his nerves
Yo' b**h was front row in my concert, she knew all the words
Used to do it through the window, now I hit the mall and splurge
Jefe walked in with a pint of Quagen, I done caught the urge
B**h, it's the militia, it ain't shit, to call my dogs and purge
Thirty somethin' 'Woods a day, might catch me spark a log in church
God forgive me though
Just discovered my family tree, I came from Billy Goats
I'm the same me, whether I'm solo or we fifty strong
Rollin 'round with sixty shots, I hop out up and Nipsey roll
You know what time it is, Balaclava and Dickies on
Where everybody money go? I guess them stimmys gone
What goes around, it comes around, life like a boomerang
Tyler, that's lil' Brodie, touch him, bet your block a shootin' range
Dražen Petrović, I hit all net, the Glock got super range
Doggie woke up in a mid-life crisis, don't know who to blame
Thinkin', "Who gon' help me?"
Independent, gives a f**k, I'm thinkin' who gon' shelf me
I put that s**t on from head to toe, can't even do the selfie
Seven-seater, wrapped with presidential tint, I'm movin' stealthy
Bounce around like Super Mario, I think the shrooms gon' melt me
Had me locked up in Nebraska, now I'm in the A
Yeah, I'm out on bond, I'm out the way, but in the way
ZaZa to the face, but I ain't done, I keep one rolled
Feel like Roddy Piper, got the rap game in a sleeper, hold, ayy, ayy
Yeah, I got the rap game in a choke, n**a
Gang, yeah
Skee
