Gang Bang - Intellectual

[Intro]

Young Chop on the beat

I don't know about these other niggas man (BandKamp)

Me and my team, man, we be gang banging, you know

GBE baby

All my niggas grimy, all we do is gang bang (Fredo, 300)

Hundred shot TEC, I don't need no fucking aim (L's)

You can get your ass changed

[Chorus]

All my niggas grimy, all we do is gang bang (bang)

Every nigga with me throwing up the same thing (300)

Hundred shot TEC, I don't need no fucking aim (graaah)

Shooters on deck, you can get your ass changed (bang)

Fredo Santana (Fredo), got your bitch screaming my name

I don't fuck with lames (nah), nigga, please stay in your lane (lane)

All my niggas grimy, all we do is gang bang (bang)

[Verse 1]

All my niggas grimy, all we do is gang bang

Who the fuck is you, you can't hang where I hang

I got shooters thats gon' shoot, bullets going through your brain

Higher than a plane, smoking kushy to the brain

Looking for a bad bitch so I can borrow her face

I'm 300, so I know she gon', ain't much I gotta say

Reese Money, where that TEC? I got a problem 'round my way

This little thirty ain't finna do nothing, it keep falling off my waist

Baby girl pull your pants up, I only want your face

Call broski Face, in traffic smoking stank

Them bullets peel like paint, I'm cooling where it ain't safe

Make a horror movie, then escape

Middle fingers to the jakes

[Chorus]

All my niggas grimy, all we do is gang bang (bang)

Every nigga with me throwing up the same thing (300)

Hundred shot TEC, I don't need no fucking aim (graaah)

Shooters on deck, you can get your ass changed (bang)

Fredo Santana (Fredo), got your bitch screaming my name

I don't fuck with lames (nah), nigga, please stay in your lane (lane)

All my niggas grimy, all we do is gang bang (bang)

[Verse 2]

Fresh up out of jail, I be on my trap shit

Hit Chop up on the cell, I need a beat, I'm on my rap shit

I'm not for that acting, if you want it you get clapped quick

Them hitters all around, and them tools we be packin'

See Fredo make it happen, Chief Sosa make it happen

Try us and you'll be the first, they smoking up to heaven

If you ain't with me, you must be against me

Them thirties on deck, and them clips is never empty

Two thirties in my hand, try to run from this sixty

That goofy shit makes me, gon' off a pilly

I'm shooting if you get silly, I stay with nine milli

That forty or that semi, my hitters put you six feet

[Chorus]

All my niggas grimy, all we do is gang bang (bang)

Every nigga with me throwing up the same thing (300)

Hundred shot TEC, I don't need no fucking aim (graaah)

Shooters on deck, you can get your ass changed (bang)

Fredo Santana (Fredo), got your bitch screaming my name

I don't fuck with lames (nah), nigga, please stay in your lane (lane)

All my niggas grimy, all we do is gang bang (bang)

[Outro]

All my niggas grimy, all we do is gang bang

Hundred shot TEC, I don't need no fucking aim

You can get your ass changed