Gang In Here lyrics

[Chorus: Cash Click Boog]
You better tuck your chain, b*tch it's gang in here
Lil Nuny stuck that thang in here
All these diamonds on my body, I might faint in here
Rollin' cookie packs back to back, b*tch it stank in here
You better stay up in your lane in here
'Cause it can be a white sheet on your body while you lay in here
I told Malo we can't play this year
Everywhere we keep them pistols heavy, we can take it there

[Verse 1: Cash Click Boog]
Stackin' bitcoins, I'm different flexin'
Woke up with your b*tch up in my bed, she ate my di*k for breakfast
Your main ho just got picked off, that's an interception
G-O-D, if she ain't cashin' out then I ain't interested
Patrero, I'm right there by the intersection
Pull up in a manner, I ain't in to crescents
I don't need sh*t but this draco and this Smith & Wesson
When n*ggas killed Tino I felt disrespected, hey
Bigs and One just hit Nini on the method back
Dezi keep me laced up with them naughties, I be lovin' that
I f*ck with Shannon 'cause she double back
Camila wasn't tryna up them bands, I can't f*ck with that
Call Monte on my brother at
Rerock you with this Karo, now you stuck with that
Pillow talkin' to them b*tches, man what's up with that?
If a n*gga bug, Lil Bug know to up the strap
And I always keep them shootas with me
Ten milly on my hip, I'm in Erotic City, yeah
Hell yeah I don't want no dance, ain't got no dollars with me
Only blue face hundreds and a lot of fifties, ayy
On the airplane with a lot of pounds
My b*tch bad like a problem child
n*gga talkin' tough talk, they better calm it down, ayy
'Cause this F&N seven hold a lot of rounds
I got lil dawgs, I don't need to shoot
They'll cause hell if I need 'em to
And b*tch you better skip town if we beef with you
Or you a dead man walkin' just like Beetlejuice, ah
[Chorus: Cash Click Boog]
You better tuck your chain, b*tch it's gang in here
Lil Nuny stuck that thang in here
All these diamonds on my body, I might faint in here
Rollin' cookie packs back to back, b*tch it stank in here
You better stay up in your lane in here
'Cause it can be a white sheet on your body while you lay in here
I told Malo we can't play this year
Everywhere we keep them pistols heavy, we can take it there

[Verse 2: Yatta]
Tuck your chain, b*tch it's gang in here
Gucci Goo snuck that thang in here
I don't think I missed the store, b*tch I'm straight in here
And n*gga I ain't rollin' sh*t up, I catch a fade in here
Ayy, brass steel, catch a blade in here
Cut a n*gga face, you think he shave in here
Told Moni we gon' invest in real estate this year
Got cookies on the State Farm like it's Jake in here, b*tch
Get off your ass and go bust a date
Then get out my trap, I ain't tryna stay
I don't trap with my b*tches, send 'em out of state
Pull up on the low, I ain't been on the A
Wonderin' why these n*ggas wanna f*ck with me now
Lil b*tches that lived, they want me to di*k 'em down
You ain't tryna get served, please don't bring your b*tch around
Sucker claimed some sh*t he ain’t did, bet he wish he didn’t now
If my clique around, them sticks around, that's mando right
Suckers die, we double back, shoot up the candlelight
First class and Goyard bags, I like to travel right