Gang Gang lyrics

[Intro]
Let's do it
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Turbo on this motherf*cker mayne, know how the f*ck we comin' mayne, yeah, yeah (Let's go)
(Playmakers)

[Chorus]
Yeah, got some ice in my chain (Ice in my chain)
Ain’t no dirt on my name (Ain't no dirt on my name)
Drive the Bentley or the Range (Drive the Bentley or the Range)
Show ‘em I'm 'boutta make the game change
Young Gunna f*ckin’ your main thang
She walkin' in my spot in a G-string
n*ggas worried about the style, they can’t hang
I'ma get rich with the gang-gang

[Verse 1]
These n*ggas gonna bite (Bite)
I'ma roll up n*gga, pour my right
Red bottoms on, n*gga watch my spots
Roll a backwood, can’t pass me a light
Made it out the mud, n*ggas damn indicted
Rollin’ like cut n*gga, pass me some dice
Hundreds in the tub, let me spray it like Sprite
Diggin' in it good, I’m a beast in the night
So many bags that I appeared [?] mic
Still sippin’ syrup, I don’t drink Miller Lite
My brother got a loft in the sky and it’s nice (Yeah)
I’ma pull up, make sure you're aight (Aight)
Pop a couple percs’, we are gon' take flight (Take flight)
Hit a studio, make a song gettin’ high (High)
Drippin’ so much, need to call me some vibes (Drip, drip)
Young Gunna Gunna just securin' his ride (Yeah)
[Chorus]
Yeah, got some ice in my chain (Ice in my chain)
Ain’t no dirt on my name (Ain't no dirt on my name)
Drive the Bentley or the Range (Drive the Bentley or the Range)
Show ‘em I'm 'boutta make the game change
Young Gunna f*ckin’ your main thang (Your main thang)
She walkin' in my spot in a G-string (String)
n*ggas worried about the style, they can’t hang (Hang)
I'ma get rich with the gang-gang

[Verse 2]
Chanel on my belt (Chanel on my belt)
Yeah, I'm watchin’ my wealth (I'm watchin' my wealth)
Yeah, she smellin’ my drip (She smellin' my drip)
Yeah, Versace, it's silk (Versace, it's silk)
Uh, Glock on my hip (Glock on my hip)
Hustle, light tip (Hustle, light tip)
Never cuffs in my VIP (Pourin' up in my VIP)
Yeah, cuffin' that hoe, she the real
Put my di*k in her mouth and it melt
Nothin’ but Act’ and High-Tech on the shelf
I don’t care how you lil’ n*ggas feel
Drippin with my cut, go I drip by myself
I pulled 'em all out, I don't need no mo’ help
I thought that I told you that real n*ggas left
Ain't no more room for you right on this lift
[Chorus]
Yeah, got some ice in my chain (Ice in my chain)
Ain’t no dirt on my name (Ain't no dirt on my name)
Drive the Bentley or the Range (Drive the Bentley or the Range)
Show ‘em I'm 'boutta make the game change
Young Gunna f*ckin’ your main thang (Your main thang)
She walkin' in my spot in a G-string (String)
n*ggas worried about the style, they can’t hang (Hang)
I'ma get rich with the gang-gang (Gang-gang)