Gang lyrics

[Intro]
(Who dat, Trell?)

[Chorus: Cdot Honcho]
The whole gang in here, that .45 sticks (Gang!)
That's about 4-5, 4-5 clips, n*ggas know they ain't on p*ss
Remember I ain't had sh*t and wished them days would go by
Now every day they go by, I'm looking up sh*t to go buy
I'm still a youngin', I'll pull up in something and make a b*tch momma say 'oh my'! (Swerve!)
I'll have my cousin give you a hunnid, that's a real chain(?) and a throwback (Bow, bow!)
n*ggas don't really be playing with guns, y'all prolly get hurt from the blowback (b*tch!)
n*ggas ain't come from where I come from, I don't know what book y'all go by (Book y'all go by)

[Verse 1: Cdot Honcho]
You could be on the other side of town, just hit me, I'll get there in no time
I feel like Kobe in '09, get 'em smokеd, then smoke to unwind
And when wе catch you, make sure you have the same energy you had online
They white-chalking you outside, we basically leaving you outlined
And can you agree that you play long enough, get you a show at half-time
You ain't gon' make it to see the rest of the game, we cuttin' yo' lifeline

[Hook: Cdot Honcho]
Ay, he lackin' in that SUV, we found him like a UAV
Get with it, put hot sh*t in him, turn yo' sh*t to an ATV
I sent 100 DMs, I got goin' on the first line
She told you 'but we just met', I hit that b*tch on the first time
You at home losing your mind, cuz she never answer her FaceTime
f*ckin' her face, her face man, she told me 'hold up, my waistline'
[Chorus: Cdot Honcho]
The whole gang in here, that .45 sticks (Gang!)
That's about 4-5 .45 clips, n*ggas know they ain't on p*ss
Remember I ain't had sh*t and wished them days would go by
Now every day they go by, I'm looking up sh*t to go buy
I'm still a youngin', I'll pull up in something and make a b*tch momma say 'oh my'! (Swerve!)
I'll have my cousin give you a hunnid, that's a real chain(?) and a throwback (Bow, bow!)
n*ggas don't really be playing with guns, y'all prolly get hurt from the blowback (b*tch!)
n*ggas ain't come from where I come from, I don't know what book y'all go by (Book y'all go by)

[Verse 2: 147 CalBoy]
Most of these n*ggas be posin', most of these n*ggas be talkin'
He wanna reach for that water, now he gotta sleep with the dolphins
I'm known to keep it a hunnid, so he gotta die if he cross me
I'm known to run up a hunnid a minute, so I know she mad she lost me
And n*ggas, they know I coming from nothing, now I just be on some boss sh*t
He gotta go if he play with that bread, so I send my shooter to stalk him
And I might slide in the brand new coupe, no it ain't rented, I bought it
I keep my shortie(?) with me and he shoot, no he ain't missin', I taught him
We in the spot, better watch your step, I got the gang in here
I let it blow till there ain't nothin' left, we bussin' his brains in here
And you know Cal the Wild(?) get wild, you know I got danger near
I just might pop out the cut with a clip, cuz you catchin' a fade out here

[Chorus: Cdot Honcho]
The whole gang in here, that .45 sticks (Gang!)
That's about 4-5, 4-5 clips, n*ggas know they ain't on p*ss
Remember I ain't had sh*t and wished them days would go by
Now every day they go by, I'm looking up sh*t to go buy
I'm still a youngin', I'll pull up in something and make a b*tch momma say 'oh my'! (Swerve!)
I'll have my cousin give you a hunnid, that's a real chain(?) and a throwback (Bow, bow!)
n*ggas don't really be playing with guns, y'all prolly get hurt from the blowback (b*tch!)
n*ggas ain't come from where I come from, I don't know what book y'all go by (Book y'all go by)