Na3Na3 lyrics

[Intro]
We on X Games mode
b*tch!
It's pay day fellas!
Gang gang gang
Gang sh*t, gang b*tch, gang sh*t (Gang gang)
Gang, gang
Gang, gang
Gang, gang
Gaaang!

[Chorus: .223Jerm]
When it comes to fades b-b-b*tch I’m never running
Watch me do the nae nae then just watch me hit the dougie (brrrt!)
Talkin' on the gang then on my momma that I'm busting (B-b-b-boom!)
How you say you got a strap but you ain’t ever tucking (Rah rah rah)

[Verse 1: .223Jerm]
b*tch!
Shut the f*ck up (What the f*ck?)
I be toting up these straps right at you bustas (B-b-bop)
How you only selling grams but you a hustla'?
Y-you ain't ever run no streets, you ain't from gutta'
(Gang, gang, gaaang!)

[Chorus: .223Jerm]
When it comes to fades b-b-b*tch I'm never running
Watch me do the nae nae then just watch me hit the dougie (brrrt!)
Talkin' on the gang then on my momma that I'm busting (B-b-b-boom!)
How you say you got a strap but you ain’t ever tucking (Rah rah rah)
[Verse 2: Christ Dillinger]
Pull up with a stick and I let that sh*t hit
And these n*ggas be talkin’, they grippin' the di*k
I got ice on my neck I got ice- alright hold on, hold on
Okay let me stop playin’, ay
f*ck on a little b*tch like I just did a bit
I cut the blow and I come up with different hits
He just re-upped and I'm plottin' on robbin' him
I get the coke and I cut it with glycerol
Sippin’ on, sippin' on, sippin' on Wokhardt, you n*ggas sip Tylenol
n*ggas be hatin' on me cus they di*k is small
Come behing [?] smiled at me in the mall
She bought the perc and it look like an M&M
f*ck with a n*gga like me you aren't seein' them
We f*ck these hoes and you n*ggas be cuffin' 'em
I don't take pictures with fans I be robbin' 'em
I don't take pictures with fans I be robbin' 'em
You in the comments but won't break the law
OG, b*tch we be smokin' that
Get to the money real fast like a runner back
You is a bum and yo' b*tch she be sayin' that
You bought my EP, I need you to bring it back
That's for real n*ggas so you can't be bumpin' that
b*tch I be ballin', I wear a starter cap
n*ggas be talkin' 'bout [?], that's a f*ckin' cap
Pull up on Spider Gang, n*gga we bussin' that
Bullets be flyin', that fifty piece party pack
I put a n*gga in a box like a tesseract
Real n*gga, you pussies ain't testin' that
[Bridge:]
Hahahahaha
Real trap sh*t
Ay, ay

[Verse 3: 83Hades]
Always pimpin'
b*tch I got a shot, it's like Scottie Pippen
Always grippin'
If I see the 12 then I'm f*ckin' dippin'
Said he grippin'
But I know he not cus he steady b*tchin'
Really tryna rob him but I'm tellin' him we gonna kick it
In the kitchen
Cookin' up that sh*t then we gonna flip it
When I look around I swear to God I wan' kill all of you
I just really wanna f*ck, the only reason that I followed you
And I'm pullin' out a gun, these bullets just might f*ckin' hollow you
Homie get his witch back
On her lips like lipstick
Cuttin' people off, I cannot f*ck wit' none that b*tch sh*t
Pull up wit' a big stick
Hit up Jeramiah, help me knock 'em off the hitlist
pus*y you a Kit-Kat, snapped in half you ain't with that
Spend a bag, keep on tryna' touch me I might kill a fag
Grippin' mags, ridin' with a pole when we swipe tags (f*ck!)
[Bridge:]
(I said who's f*ckin' playin' motherf*ck-)

[Chorus: .223Jerm]
When it comes to fades b-b-b*tch I'm never running
Watch me do the nae nae then just watch me hit the dougie (brrrt!)
Talkin' on the gang then on my momma that I'm busting (B-b-b-boom!)
How you say you got a strap but you ain't ever tucking (Rah rah rah)