With the Gang lyrics

[Chorus: Jay Critch]
I cannot really have fun unless I got the gang with me
You know I stay with a pump, and the shooters gon' bang for me
I'm in the coupe with a baddy, I told her if she ain't getting money, she lame to me
He is not 30 or Talk Money, he can't hang with me
Louis belt cost 850, [?] I don't pay tickets
In my hood, call me K.D
Diamonds jumping like Blake Griffin
Ain't gotta make a call for the strap, 'cause I came with it
Please do not get involved with that sh*t if you not with it

[Verse 1: Jay Critch]
And I'm with Mally Bandz, so you know I'm drank sipping
Still with the bros, used to go hit a stane with them
I done took a loss, but you know I ain't tripping
She got a lot of racks, put her on a list of my main b*tches
When I got to the gwop, they changed
Whole time, I was staying the same
[?] got the grip, got range
Let it off [?] like Dame
We spinning an opp, get hit
When he spinning, ain't got no aim
Them n*ggas can't stand no rain
And the opps still fans, they strange

[Verse 2: Rico Baby]
Don't get it twisted, we still in these streets, b*tch, it's 30 the gang
I send some shooters [?] your block, please do not play with the gang
Know we've been having that sh*t, and having our way before all of this fame
Since it was [?] and [?], you come to my block, you get beat with a cane
Remember them days I used to hop on the train
I'ma go hop in the Range
Remember that day she ain't give me no play
Now she screaming my name
Now I just f*ck her and pass her to gang
No, you cannot be my bae
And we still getting pay from running them plays when we not on stage
These n*ggas [?] popped, they think [?] someone to blame
My n*ggas sip Wok, [?] sipping that drank, but that sh*t too plane
I got a new Glock
The same day, I went and bought me a chain
[?] last thing he gon' see is my name
Rico Baby
[Verse 3 ?]
Got the 30 on, I serve them, my gang gifted
Got a new gun with a new beam, his aim different
Got 40, [?] back, but I ain't Crippin
Lotta [?] in this cup, but I ain't slippin
n*ggas ain't, listen
We been on the mission
Ain't no compitition
I've been reminiscing
b*tch, we the wave
[?]
He got shot, she gt grazed, it can happen [?]

[Verse 4 ?]
[?] but I'd rather [?] with [?]
b*tch, we block blessed, savage world every day
b*tch, I'm 730, got that tatted on my face
Got it on my wrist and my arm and my waist

[Verse 5 ?]
I don't know what these b*tches [?] hoes be all the same
Got money, stay in your lane
But I save that sh*t up for the Range
Broke [?] selling this weight
[?]
n*ggas hate when we [?]
'Cause they know we buy up all the [?]
If it's beef, I don't make no mistake
Try to jump in the street, looking both ways
[?] how I get to the cake
[?] watching for jakes
Hop [?] gates
[?] never ever took [?]
[?] my mans, [?]
[?] she got something on the way
[Chorus: Jay Critch]
I cannot really have fun unless I got the gang with me
You know I stay with a pump, and the shooters gon' bang for me
I'm in the coupe with a baddy, I told her if she ain't getting money, she lame to me
He is not 30 or Talk Money, he can't hang with me
Louis belt cost 850, [?] I don't pay tickets
In my hood, call me K.D
Diamonds jumping like Blake Griffin
Ain't gotta make a call for the strap, 'cause I came with it
Please do not get involved with that sh*t if you not with it