Ricky Baker lyrics

[Intro]
That's what I thought you said
Now let me offer this as a rebuttal
Ayy
Gang, gang
What?
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, b*tch
Y'all already know how the f*ck we rockin' man
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Lil' Daij from the motherf*ckin' east side
n*gga, f*ck you talkin' 'bout
Ayy
Izak made this one

[Verse 1]
Keep that .30 in that back pack, I'ma max that
On my brother, get the cash stack, n*gga, matte black
I'm deshouvled, I can not lack, I can not quack
But today I'ma pack that, I'ma blast that
Keep that .40 on my hip (Wait, huh?), it’s gone hit (Yeah)
Beyblade, I'ma f*ckin' let it rip (Shoot that gun)
Thirty-eight, bang it out like nba (Huh, what?)
Ayy, Lil Baby How yo day? It’s going great (It's going great)
My Brodie said he smokin' skunk, because it stank (That sh*t stank)
I’m so unbothered, at the crib I’m eating steak
He said he ran up on the Don, that’s his mistake
Because that steak ain’t fill me up, he on my Plate
Hold up b*tch, 'cause I'm a big timer, I'm a sick rhymer
On the gang, I gotta Big piper, ion fight typers
On my mama, she a click hopper, I'ma sh*t stopper
Dark nighter, it's a bit lighter, you a lick minor
[Refrain 1]
On the gang, b*tch, I'ma activate
I'm gon' activate
If he sneakin', I'm gon' activate
I'm gon' activate
Do me shmitty. I’m gon' activate
I’m gon' activate
b*tch on my brudda, I’m gon' activate
I’m gon' activate

[Verse 2]
Got that .40 with that beam b*tch make his legs rock
Cop some lemon pepper chicken wings right from wing stop
Got yo birdie in the backseat, she a street bop
Jarren said he love that .30, this a Big Glock (Izak made this one)
f*ck a jelly, I'm a jam b*tch
f*ck the fam b*tch (f*ck that n*gga)
f*ck Isiah, he a fan b*tch
I go ham b*tch
I’m the goat, I'm still the man, b*tch
Jackie Chan, b*tch
I'ma tax him on the gram, b*tch
Uncle Sam, b*tch

[Refrain 2]
I’m just from east side the city, drop bodies, get gritty
If you sneaking, I got it, you get it, I’m riding, we with it
I’m just from east side the city, drop bodies, get gritty
If you sneaking, I got it, you get it, I’m riding, we with it
[Verse 3]
Sending shots through his window, n*gga 10 fold
Hit his body make em crippled, extra simple
Shout out Shawny from the Den though, that’s my kinfolk
That’s not yo' whip, so what you in for? It's a rental (Gang, gang)
All of these n*ggas be flockin, but they not gang gang, b*tch (They not gang gang)
Pull out that choppa on n*ggas, then I go Luke Cage, b*tch (What?)
Why do you f*ck with my mental? It’s clear I’m insane, b*tch (b*tch)
Please don’t act like you untouchable, you in my range, b*tch (b*tch)
I got them big racks right on me, don’t care bout yo fame, b*tch (b*tch)
f*ck all yo homies in prison, I don’t feel yo pain, b*tch (b*tch)
See me I take all your jewelry, best tuck yo chain, b*tch (What?)
Roll down the glass with the shotty, you Ricky today, b*tch (Baow, baow)
I’m on yo ass with no mercy, don’t care what you say, b*tch (Baow, baow)
Don’t see the vision, it’s blurry, I smeared up yo face, b*tch (Baow)
Put thirty on me like Curry, don’t care bout no case, b*tch (What?)
Next time, approach me with courtesy, or you get slayed, b*tch (Baow)

[Outro]
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang, gang, n*gga, yeah
I'm with the gang, gang, gang, gang, b*tch
Now let me offer this as a rebuttal