Gang Gang lyrics

[Intro: YSN Flow]
Oh
Screaming gang, gang

[Chorus: YSN Flow]
I'm screaming gang, gang
Hope he got a poncho, hollows rain, rain
Up and down this block, them choppers bang, bang
Can’t hang 'round them snakes, I gotta change lanes
Oh

[Verse 1: Bae Bae Savo]
Can't keep up, I’m takin' off, b*tch, I need millions
I got it tucked before my gang walk in the building
I pop a thirty, get in my zone, I can't feel them
Yellowbone, bad b*tch, she rock Brazillian
b*tch, we gon' cash out and smoke big blunts in my trap house
Know we run them MAC's out, if you cross us, you get whacked out
I brought my ice out, it's a light show but it's lights out when that Glock blow
Four-five to his face, boy, now that case gone then we spin home in the foreign

[Chorus: YSN Flow]
Gang, gang
Hope he got a poncho, hollows rain, rain
Up and down this block, them choppers bang, bang
Can't hang ’round them snakes, I gotta change lanes
Oh
[Verse 2: YSN Ourt]
All my n*ggas pull up, we gon’ drill sh*t
Hop up out the whip with .44 Glocks, yeah, we gon' kill sh*t
Tell my momma I can’t come home 'til I get some millions
Perky's got my mind blown, swear that you don't know the feeling
I just keep on grinding, I ain’t begging for no deal
n*ggas claim they with me but they couldn't keep it real
But I can't go out like no ho, you know I keep a steel
These n*ggas claim that gang sh*t but was never in the field
I told my momma I'm gon' make it, move her to the hills
I told Lil' Flow let's go and now these labels on our hills

[Bridge: YSN Flow]
I'm screamin' gang, gang
Up and down this block, them choppers bang, bang
L462, ayy

[Chorus: YSN Flow]
I'm screaming gang, gang
Hope he got a poncho, hollows rain, rain
Up and down this block, them choppers bang, bang
Can't hang 'round them snakes, I gotta change lanes
Oh

[Verse 3: YSN Jayo]
I've been in my brain, even though how far I came
Attachments on my Glocky, it spittin', it shoot insane
Flow, me, Bae Bae, Ourt, hop in the booth and make a name
I just got out the pen, b*tch, f*ck them shackles and them chains
I popped a couple pills, feelin' it, I'm Grim the Reaper, we killin' sh*t
I swear to God, we ain't ever rich, I'm pullin' up with the baddest b*tch
I made my pocket, I'm filthy rich, you get popped and you squealin', sh*t
You work with opps and we kill you, [?] my pockets overweight, break the stitch
Like I am blind, I might carry the stick 'cause we ain't never 'round trustin' sh*t, ayy, ayy
I swear, we ain't never 'round trustin' sh*t, ayy, I swear, we ain't never 'round trustin' sh*t, ayy
And yeah, hell no, we won't trust no b*tch, 'cause we ain't never gon' trust no b*tch
'Cause we ain't never gon' trust no b*tch, you ain't never gon' top this sh*t