Gang With Me lyrics

[Intro]
Got, got, got ya, sucker
This a Lamb' instead of a 'Rari
Now man... (D-J-J-T)

[Verse]
This a Lamb' instead of a 'Rari
Now man, it's big as f*ck (Dope)
Cut a n*gga head off his shoulders, then kick it up
Let that b*tch fall to the ground, his homies pick it up
We don't pay for hoes, di*k 'em down, they be tippin' us
I'm ridin' and I'm dodgin' stupid potholes
Trust me, you don't wanna look down the Glock nose
Bend down the block, dip a n*gga like some nachos
'Cause I got green, tell a n*gga some cilantro
I'm in the D, you know call up Deepeezy
Call the wrong plumber, he gon' leave a n*gga leakin'
Ridin' in a low-low (Skrrt), oh, yeah, we creepin'
Don't get mixed in this potion, it will turn you to a faeces
Oh, yeah, you know we pop up, we don't pop out
Pull up, turn your cookout to pop out
Come through, turn your trap house to a mop house
Leave your head on the floor, your blood gon' get mopped out
Got some n*ggas in PA, free Yae Yae
And sell cheap, leave a man down, mayday
Chuck shoot you like a duck, Wesley Snipes, Blade K
Chino sellin' E so every day is payday
I got some n*ggas on the seventh mile of the eight-mile
Rocaine piecin' n*ggas up MMA style
Booda hold my Ruger, I brought the K out
Hit his block on hot day, turn into a bake out
I need some thiyow, I call Suav and he bring it out
Snap Dogg wet your shirt up, then he wring it out
Shells at your head, so I can see what you thinkin' 'bout
Johnny Dang, he gon' pull up just bling me out
Balmains or Robins, I got options
Chief So a tumour, he's on these n*ggas conscious
In 2011, I was...
Flip him like a sack, Keke thought he was a robber
I'm goin' fast in this M6 and it's rainin'
b*tch, put your seatbelt on, no complainin'
She fell in love because of that, I need a restrainin'
Lamron, they gon' come through and make arrangements
DK sendin' P's off and I'm in and out
Tadoe bend on me in a Benzo
Big birds sendin' hot shots, n*gga, get low
Slide down on a lil' n*gga, hit his big folks
What Rocaine on? We pull up, ain't no boxing
Don't get out takin' off your shirt, we let shots squeeze
Steal a n*gga's lives, but we are not thieves
The way we cut these n*ggas up, we make lunch meat
Rest up Robito, we smokin' dope, we yellin'
Up this AR-15 and Mad Max a n*gga
That's KuGlo, but they on the roof, though, snappin' pictures
At least that's what it look like when that scope smack a n*gga
I'm out here Cappin on...