GANG GANG lyrics

[Intro: Sheck Wes & Octavian]
What the f*ck is we doin'?
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Sheck Wes & Travis Scott]
Gang back in the stu' (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
Uh, yeah, gang back in the stu' (Gang)
Young n*gga win, win, win, win (b*tch), how can I lose? (How, b*tch?)
Uh, how can I lose? (How, b*tch?), uh, how can I lose? (Yeah)
Hang with the gang, gang, gang, gang (b*tch), 50 gon' shoot, uh (Squad)
Me and Trav in a coupe (Scoop), paparazzi, we switch the route (Yeah)
Yeah, see your b*tch gettin' loose, huh
I'm in LA with the views, huh (Yeah), I'm in LA with your boo (Yeah, it's lit)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott & Sheck Wes]
We on the quest with the tribe (I bought it)
It's way too late, pick a side (Don't try it)
Jack make them boys come alive (They what?)
Better not f*ck up the vibe (It's Travis)
Runnin' this sh*t with a stride
And you know my gang the flyest

[Chorus: Don Toliver, Sheck Wes & Travis Scott]
I'm with the gang, gang, gang, gang, boys hoppin' out of coupes (Gang, coupe)
I'm switchin' lanes tryna maintain, duckin' boys in the blue (Zoom)
I see you holdin' out on my change, I'm needin' all of the loot (Ching-ching)
When I'm ridin' off on my side, best believe I got the scoop (Scoop)
I could make a hundred right now, give it all to the troops (Troops)
Whole squad got the juice (Yeah), center stand like a flute (Yeah)
Whole squad goin' up, JACKBOYS on the loose (Yeah, yeah, b*tch)
[Verse 3: Sheck Wes & Travis Scott]
In the H, bumpin' Screw (Screw)
Flamin' Harlem with the goons (It's lit, yeah)
We was wildin', skippin' school (Wildin')
Now we can go make the (Ching-ching)
Now we can go make the millions, Trinidad my crew (I'm tellin' ya)
Cactus Jack on my shoe
And this sh*t
I came from the mud, straight to the top (Yeah)
Shooters outside double parked
I'm from New York, she like how I talk
She need an ass, it's bought
Came to my chambers, we went wild
Drove the b*tch crazy, gave 'em all miles
I'm with young Jacques, know it's goin' down
Smokin' that Jack, get it by the pound (Straight up)
Don't need the pus*y, I'm in and I'm out (I'm out)
But I'm still smokin' that loud
Hit my hoes when I'm in town (Yeah)
They know who got the Scouts (b*tch)

[Chorus: Don Toliver, Sheck Wes & Travis Scott]
I'm with the gang, gang, gang, gang, boys hoppin' out of coupes (Gang)
I'm switchin' lanes tryna maintain, duckin' boys in the blue (b*tch)
I see you holdin' out on my change, I'm needin' all of the loot (Ching-ching)
When I'm ridin' off on my side, best believe I got the scoop (My side)
I could make a hundred right now, give it all to the troops
Whole squad got the juice, center stand like a flute (Ooh)
Whole squad goin' up, JACKBOYS on the loose
[Verse 4: Luxury Tax 50 & Don Toliver]
Yeah, I'm from the North where they robbin' and killin' (Woo, woo)
Young n*gga rich, but I'm still from the trenches (Woo)
Luxury Tax, my water by G
P-I-R-U, b*tch, I bang what I bleed
I'm passin' out pills, I'ma geek up the VIP (Yeah)
One shot to the head and make sure he don't miss
I f*ck on the b*tch, have her stalkin' on Fifth
Still pourin' up Act', they say it don't exist (At all)
Fifth got some vibes at the crib
Like, "I wanna f*ck right now"
Keep hundred on hundreds for real
b*tch, I'm goin' up right now
b*tch rollin' some weed, you know gang in the stu'
Bottles on bottles, 1942
Models on models, this sh*t nothin' new
You might catch some shots takin' shots at the crew
I like my hoes by the two
Blew 800K on a coupe (Uh-huh, racks)
We f*cked, it wasn't nothin' else to do (Skrrt)
You play with La Flame, I'ma shoot (Racks)
This a hundred round drum, I got mob ties
This a double M truck, ain't no broke vibes
Now we only take jets for the hard times
Know I call up them killers, they gon' slide
b*tch, I'm with the gang
[Chorus: Don Toliver, Sheck Wes & Luxury Tax]
I'm with the gang, gang, gang, gang, boys hoppin' out of coupes (Gang)
I'm switchin' lanes tryna maintain, duckin' boys in the blue (b*tch)
I see you holdin' out on my change, I'm needin' all of the loot (Ching-ching)
When I'm ridin' off on my side, best believe I got the scoop (My side)
I could make a hundred right now, give it all to the troops
Whole squad got the juice (Ooh), center stand like a flute (Ooh)
Whole squad goin' up, JACKBOYS on the loose (Yeah)