Whole Gang lyrics

[Intro]
(Iced Up Records)

[Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo]
Yeah, twenty chains, ho, you know the wave
Rollie over bang, I've been sh*ttin' since the Rollie days
Yacht blue and yellow, full of nuggets, look like Golden State
Same n*gga used to rollerblade, now the Rover skate
Pockets fat as f*ck, need to run, my sh*t overweight
I'll whack a n*gga over crumbs, 'specially over weight
40 on me, been done left a n*gga like I'm runnin' late
I was in Miami, me and Baby, hit the O with Face, n*gga
Four pints cost me ten-some
I be always on a turn-around like I missed somethin'
Took my b*tch to Barneys on Rodeo, told her pick somethin'
You ain't gettin' pape', n*ggas be too busy di*k suckin'

[Verse 2: HBK Kid]
Always wanna be in first place, f*ck a runner-up (Run it)
Countin' paper all night, f*ck, I gave my thumb a cut (f*ck)
I was twenty-one with twenty on me, but that's nothin' much
So, you doin' money talk? It better be a buck and up (Come on)
n*ggas want a taste of the pies but can't look straight in the eyes
I'm startin' to think that you a snake in disguise
I've been focusin', lately, I've been chasin' the skies
I keep this sh*t pushin', I can get a Wraith if I tried
I'm breakin' her eyes on every bed in four, five, six
And give me space while I'm shootin' if you don't got sh*t (n*gga)
Seen n*ggas gettin' money, then they go out quick
Settin' examples for the youngins who don't know 'bout sh*t (Yeah)
Westside in this b*tch and the Eastside too
Your b*tch a lil' spooky, how she wanna be my boo?
With prescription contacts, you can't see my crew
You fake n*ggas transparent, I can see right through
[Verse 3: Lil Perry]
Servin' OT 'cause the block hot as Takis (It's hot)
b*tch, this ain't no f*ckin' stir fry, this hibachi
Did the 69 with your b*tch, I ain't Tekashi (Nope)
Lil' n*gga, big strap, but won't no big n*gga box me (Woo)
Only thirteen, I was itchin' for a body (Body)
Few years before, I'll pull up in a hottie
Around the same time, I was stretchin' Act' with Quali'
Fast forward, now I'm in a Wraith on Collins sippin' Wocky (Woo)
n*ggas hatin' on me, sh*t, I heard it through the grapevine (Grapevine)
Plug waitin' on me, I just gotta cross the state-line (b*tch)
Free Boss Hogg, got my n*gga doin' state time (Boss Hogg)
Whippin' up babies take talent, it don't take time (Boy)

[Verse 4: Babyface Ray]
The next Rollie on my wrist (What?), probably a forty (Yeah)
A presi', lil'-ass n*gga, bag heavy (Heavy)
I can do the route there and back without a navi' (God)
Let a pretty b*tch run through the mall like her daddy
I was up, fell off, then got back again (Got back)
Quit rappin', started trappin', tryna rap again (Now I'm back)
Puttin' miles on a Kia, tryna snatch a Benz
Sprayed the car then doubled back, them n*ggas actin' dead (f*ck 'em)
They said I was the one, but I was lackin' bread
Now, I know to keep it on me, never lack again (It's on me)
I'm sendin' P Yeezy kicks when he at the feds
She was talkin' down 'bout the gang, so I got the head
[Verse 5: Overlord Scooch]
Bein' broke taught a n*gga how to live with money (For real)
Wakin' up next to hoes, thinkin' they stealin' from me
My trust issues make me clutch pistols
When you up, they on your nuts, when you broke, they don't f*ck with you (b*tch)
Good luck with it, boy, I know how it go (I know how it go)
I done sold a whole brick, I done sold out a show (Sold out a show)
Water drippin' off the piece all the way to the floor (Ice)
I make it look like I'm rich sellin' eighthies of blow
You either listen to them or you listen to me (OV)
Snatch a big off a chicken, yeah, it's missin' a wing (Bird)
I ain't put it back together, boy, you gettin' it clean
And I ain't never sold nobody no Michigan weed (Hah)
Did time in the joint, n*gga, and I ain't goin' back (Hell nah)
Ain't 'posed to be around no felons, and I'm knowin' that (I'm knowin' that)
I'm holdin' straps while I'm throwin' craps
Wife beater on, cookin' an O of crack, boy, you know it's facts

[Verse 6: Peezy]
Just made it back with two hundred of the finest (I'm back)
Called my Mexican and get two hundred on consignment (Hello?)
A's on my report card, I turned in my assignment (Yeah)
Had my first crackhouse when n*ggas wore Breitling (Facts)
Bentley truck at Bossa Nova, order some lasagna (Yeah)
Spin this b*tch around, I got a play at Ace of Diamonds (I'm pullin' up)
Lookin' for the sh*t I'm wearin' today, you can't find it (Nope)
Three thousand for an outfit, and it ain't even Friday (Hah)
Finish up this load, then I'm done, I told Ghazi (I'm done)
Then I got another load, sh*t, I tried it (My bad)
Twenty chains on, couple of them b*tches hidin' (Yeah)
Told 'em ain't no need to test drive this b*tch, 'cause I'm buyin' it
[Verse 7: Payroll Giovanni]
The sh*t I spit make n*ggas get up off they ass
And quit trippin' and try to stumble on some cash (Yeah)
Used to double off of halves, tryna bubble to a slab
Now, I push a coupe, stompin' up the motherf*ckin' ave (Skrrt)
I'm a Westside trafficker, you known for slappin' dirt
Run off with a front, I put you on the front and back of shirts (Bah)
You can grab a verse or come grab a chirp, sh*t, whatever works (Whatever)
b*tches lay the cheddar first, chasin' pus*y never works (Never)
Born in a family where nobody had a job
You either sell dope or sell dope, you nothin' if you rob (No)
I engage in crack sales, b*tch, I'm married to the mob (Mob sh*t)
Stacks sloppy and fat, just a motherf*ckin' slob (Yeah)
I'm a diamond linker, vacuum-sealed bag shrinker (Uh)
You a small thinker, ass kisser, couch sleeper
My clique all leaders, trail in foreign car blinkers (Yeah)
Head to the club in a dozen two-seaters, n*gga (BYLUG)