From the Raq lyrics

n*gga Know How the F*** we rock man
n*ggas be fakin allat flagging and s***

(Gang)

You know how the f*** we rockin
n*ggas might tell, From the 5 to the 12, Everytime On Baby

(Gang,Gang)

Lil bro nem going for nun
Catch my opp you know im bussin
n*gga bout mine ill kill my cousin(bow bow)
Talk that sh*t but a n*gga won't touch me(a n*gga won't touch me)
n*gga never drilled nun (drilled nun)
You ain gon kill nun(you ain gon kill nun)
Popping all them percs f*cked up his brain that boy a real dummy(that boy a real f*ckin crash dummy)
200 in this scat this b*tch on E but this b*tch still running(and this b*tch still going)
I’ll even do my brothers dirty if them boys ever think they gon steal from me(We gon kreep his ass)
I just made some bands off a scam(I just made some racks)
I can't say too much cause n*ggas going to jail and gettin blamed(on gang)
Made 100 with them cards and madе 4 mo just selling grams (still got them racks)
L won't diss my opps in songs cause crackas b listеning can't get jammed(man them n*ggas dead b*tches)
Gotta keep my 40 clean it ain no way this b*tch gon jam(gotta keep that 40 clean)
You can say what you wan say but ask about me im that man
I still jumpout and drop that man
Them broke ass n*ggas know we made bands
Truth b told before the opp sh*t all them f*ck n*ggas was our fans(our motherf*ckin fans)
Member when i was a jit i was on stupid sh*t
Now a n*gga makin all these blues and rock this gucci sh*t(this motherf*ckin gucci)
But b*tch im still a killer so dont try me on no goofy sh*t( on no motherf*ckin goofy sh*t)
Ever get that f*ck n*gga lo and we gon move em quick(we gon move his ass)
Heard yo mans caught a headshot that got my shooter tipped(that got my shooter tipped)
Got so many killers in my gang theyon know who to fear(they dont know who to fear)
And ever since a n*gga lost big leek boy i just shoot to kill

We got Ks and we got drums shoot that sh*t up where he staying
We still posted where we from it ain no fakin on this end (It ain no faking on this end n*gga)
Them n*ggas dissing us in songs these n*ggas b dying for some fame
Hell nah this ain no diss but b*tch i still smoke wassaname (I still smoke that n*gga ass)
You ain gon shoot that gun so boy stop flashin that(don’t even post it)
Bro just rolled a wood full of that guy you know im matchin that
Opps they throwing interceptions me and 7 catchin that
Now a n*gga dead for what he said and he can't rest for that(hell nah he ain’t coming back)
Might popout in sum expensive shi
Hell nahh can't get no birkin b*tch (hell nah b*tch)
I been had racks n*ggah since a jhit
Bro took his sack come get it b*tch (come get it b*tch)
4 a lil top shotta
Hell raiser Glock popper(Glock popper)
Bro em be shootin fa fun yall keep postin dem guns dat'll get ya block shot up(block shot up)
Beat a n*gga ass before i run i dont need no gun pops raised a dondada (Dondadaaa)
556s to da head They’ll leave a n*gga dead dez b*tches real heart stoppers(real heartstoppers gang)
I dont do dat talkin on da net I dont get into dat(into dat)
Catch meh on da block wit them members dont try spinning dat (or we gon knock that b*tch down)
Cause when you send them n*ggas this on bro i ain gon send em back(I ain't gon send them f*cking back)

I Ain't gon send them back
f*ck n*gga I ain't gon send them back

And thats On Gang!

f*ck n*ggas know how we rockin man (on the guys)

From the 5 to the 12 man (f*ck A n*ggA)

f*ck the opps man we is the opps (man)
f*ck wrong with n*ggas
(bow bow bow)

Let me finish my adlibs

(Rest up leeke Rest up Ackafool) I got more sh*t to say GANG f*ck you n*ggas we done Gang