[Intro: DThang]
Pass my lighter
RPT, four-sev', four-sev'
Ayo, 'Gz all around like a Gucci belt
Gang, gang, gang
Yo, free Tdot, free Edai
Free TMac, free Jelly (Ayo, free my hearts)
Free BG, free Double R (Ha)
Ayo, free Gwuap
Free B-Lane
Fee Stunna, don't geek
Don't fall, don't run (At all)
Gang (Gang, gang, gang)
Gang, gang, gang, gang
[Verse 1: DThang]
I bet Stacks gon' lift 'em
They keep dissin' on bro, tell 'em, "Pick up a pole"
They know RPT fuckin' they sisters
They ain't bend my block, so stop all the dissin'
So I'ma just creep with a ruler clip
And they know my body, on gang, I ain't new to this
I don't got time for the foolishness
How she ridin' the O like she just wasn't doin' dick?
I swear y'all smoochies be losin' it
I swear y'all—, gang, gang, gang
And she wanna ride to the end, like
Mr. Don't-Give-A-Fuck, but I fucked all hеr friends, like
She wanna ridе to the end, like
Mr. Don't-Give-A-Fuck, but I fucked all her friends, like
Most of these niggas be what?
And they never did shit
They know who spin when shit get lit
They know I'm on top like a ceilin'
And all y'all new opps are civilians
Park up, we gon' smoke in they buildin'
Last opp got flocked, no, he ain't get poked
I swear to God, we almost killed him
Just watch how we fuck up the summer, like
They know I'm a boss
I keep sticks like a drummer, like
That's a opp? I told Kev Gz to toss
I keep sticks like a drummer, like
That's a opp? I told Kev Gz to toss
And I cannot I love her
And she cannot love me
I just fuck her and dub her, no loyalty
Like, gang, gang, gang
[Verse 2: 6ixx & DThang]
They keep on dissin' the gang
Like, when we gon' link up?
Like, how y'all gon' talk on the guys, but never gon' slide 'cause they know that we dangerous
Every time that I step on the scene, know the knocker around, ain't worried about danger
Move wock then I'm uppin' it
Just look at the flick of the wrist and the way that I clutch the shit
My .380 on me, on six, but fuck it, I'm stuffin' it
They say, "6ixx Shots, you been chillin'," I'm back on my buggin' shit
I'm back on my buggin' shit
Watch how you move, Gunna get to blitzin'
Walk up, make it hot, we ain't missin'
Rest in piss to Noah, couldn't take the kickin'
Couple stomps to his head, now he twitchin'
Got her off the liqs, now she movin' different
Casamigos, her body, she trippin'
Told her, "Watch my shoes, baby, these is foreigners"
Whole gang gon' purge, they ain't snorin'
If I catch an opp, bullets get to— (Pourin')
If I catch an opp, bullets get to— (Pourin')
Spinnin' through the opps, finna catch 'em slippin'
Oh, he sick from the Rey? Get to clippin'
Wasn't movin' right so he gettin' left
Military guns rip through his vest
Take a trip to Brooklyn, shootin' like the Nets
Oh, he with his bitch? So she get left
Clip got hollows
Run up on me, you gon' end up like Pablo
She wanna swallow
Doin' the gang and she leavin' tomorrow
I don't do yerkys
Still off the muddy, my vision is blurry
[Outro: DThang]
It's that DThang nigga, make 'em get jiggy before we shoot 'em, you heard?
R.I.P Woo
Grrt, gang, gang, gang