Gabe Gang lyrics

[Intro: YSR Gramz]
Yung Sak Runner sh*t, n*gga, YSR
Gabe gang (Good lookin', Cali)

[Verse 1: YSR Gramz & YN Jay]
I got a drum and a stick, I'm a marching band
They gave bro two more years, he had contraband
It got a switch and it blow, so I call it fan
You a grown lil' boy, never had twenty bands
You can't save everybody, you not Superman
My young n*gga lived his whole life like Gucci Mane
We used to call that n*gga four one, now he the coochie man
I just roulette for ten bands and did the Uzi dance (Ahh)

[Verse 2: YN Jay]
n*gga called a ride, hopped out shootin' out an Uber van
n*gga set a play, it didn't work, he thought he knew the plan
AR with the scope on it, seen him through the peephole
I like all the rich b*tches, you f*ck all the cheap hoes
I like all the thick b*tches, I like all the bad b*tches
Glock with a button on it, you ain't never had switches
You ain't never came up then f*cked up the bag, n*gga
You ain't never had no real killers on your ass, n*gga

[Verse 3: YSR Gramz]
Friday after next, you heard what happened to the last n*ggas
You better stop playin' and get a motherf*ckin' bag, n*gga
I'm really like that, don't never treat me like no rap n*gga
Get a n*gga wrapped like a f*ckin' chicken wrap, n*gga
They got switches out here, I'll never scrap with you
A cap rapper paid me for a feature, I ain't cap with him
I don't beat hoes up, but I'll smack women
My b*tch found out I was cheatin' and she cracked windows
[Verse 4: YN Jay]
BM dub, it's a droptop, it ain't got no ceilings
Bro sell so much dog, he got four kennels
Gang hit the road so deep, they got four rentals
n*gga died, he ain't have no gun, ain't got no pistol
Bro lost his mind in the booth, ain't got no mental
n*gga said he grew up in the hood, he used to go to Bendle

[Verse 5: YSR Gramz]
Bro caught a body, ain't tell nobody, he a smooth killer
Broke-ass n*gga ain't got sh*t, you a shoe stealer
I love a ghetto b*tch from the hood like GloRilla
I ain't have a pops, he was locked, you had a P. Miller
You a b*tch and a dude, you Bruce Jenner
We just dropped a six in a pop, it's barely juice in it
I really wanna f*ck Megan Thee Stallion, give me two minutes
A n*gga touch my chain, it's gon' be two killings

[Verse 6: YN Jay]
New jewelry hittin' like lightning, they think Zeus did it
I don't need no cap to spin my whip, I got the coupe spinning
I left all my hoes in the past, I need some new b*tches
I'm still ridin' in an old school with the Roochie spinning
Hit his car with so many shots, he need a new transmission
I can tell he ain't got no aim 'cause when he shoot, he missing
n*gga locked, no hope for gettin' out unless he shoot the witness
(Why the f*ck y'all send that crash dummy on that stupid mission?)