[Intro: YGO Steppa]
I like this one, Will
Ayy, Ayy, Gang, Gang
Ayy, Gang, Gang, YGO
[Verse 1: YGO Steppa]
See the Gang, Take your chain, grab a heater
I’m a wet his ass up, preacher
Serving 3, 4, 5, leases
We gon step on his side, sneakers
I got stripes in the game, Adidas
When you mention my name, speak up (n*gga)
Put the heat on his ass, he gon heat up
And lil bro finna ride, push his seat up
He get put on a shirt if he try me
He just running his lips, Kylie (Jenner)
Mac-11 my hip, Kyrie
We just hit a lick, spicy (Hot)
We pull up shoot it up, Spike Lee
My chain ain’t getting snatched, unlikely (On god)
I stay with them parts, O’ Reilly
And I’m getting this check, Nike (Gang)
She eat up the di*k, Riley (Reid)
Put the stick on the glick, tightly (Gang)
I pull up and aim, precisely (bow)
Do the dash in the whip, high speed
[Verse 2: YGO Spiffy]
Every n*gga in the stoop caught a body
Like a tag on a tweet come try me
Pull up to the party with my posse (My gang)
Whole gang we rock out, we off a Roxy (Off a Roxy)
f*ck n*gga play get popped like a Molly
Roll the bricks out on a dolly
Put some red on his lips like Kylie (Kylie)
Can’t leave the crib with no glocky
We gon pull up with some Fayzos
n*gga play dead I’m squeezing like Play-do (Squeeze)
Don’t question me, whatever I say go
Your b*tch a slave, she do what I say so
And I’m having sauce like Prego (Prego)
Your b*tch ate my Taki, she say that sh*t fuego
You would think I’m a vato, ho I keep them pesos
I got 7 feet cause I got everyday ho
[Verse 3: GucciBoyMelv]
I swear that she deep into rap (On god)
You talk like you bout it, you cap (You pus*y)
My n*ggas got shooters in check
If you play with a n*gga, they busting yo ass (On gang)
Stop selling your sh*t out, you trash (Fa sho)
Jugging hard just to get to the cash (Ayyy)
b*tch I’m hot and I’m all in my bag
Don’t care if they like me, I’m showing my ass
Make it freeze, when I pop out that glizzy
Them bullets gon clip him like we playing tag (Oof oof)
And your b*tch steady tripping
She wanna get wit me but all I had do is his neck
Make him look like a dummy, When we gotta slide out
My n*ggas always gon crack
And when I get rich and I’m counting my bank
Me and gang finna pop out some tags
Bring out the heat like the summer
Big body n*gga, no hummer (On god)
You ain’t touching gwop that’s a bummer
My n*ggas gon kiss it like hunnids
We getting that jelly, no smuckers (Yes sir)
I’m busting your ho down, no rubbers
She sucking my di*k undercovers
We sliding rush hour, Chris Tucker