Whole Gang

(album: Ghetto Rich Niggaz - 2020)

[Intro:]
(Iced Up Records)

[Icewear Vezzo:]
Yeah, twenty chains, ho, you know the wave
Rollie over bang, I've been shitting since the Rollie days
Yacht blue and yellow, full of nuggets, look like Golden State
Same nigga used to rollerblade, now the Rover skate
Pockets fat as fuck, need to run, my shit overweight
I'll whack a nigga over crumbs, 'specially over weight
40 on me, been done left a nigga like I'm running late
I was in Miami, me and Baby, hit the O with Face, nigga
Four pints cost me ten-some
I be always on a turn-around like I missed something
Took my bitch to Barneys on Rodeo, told her pick something
You ain't getting pape', niggas be too busy dick sucking

[HBK Kid:]
Always wanna be in first place, fuck a runner-up (Run it)
Counting paper all night, fuck, I gave my thumb a cut (Fuck)
I was twenty-one with twenty on me, but that's nothing much
So, you doing money talk? It better be a buck and up (Come on)
Niggas want a taste of the pies but can't look straight in the eyes
I'm starting to think that you a snake in disguise
I've been focusing, lately, I've been chasing the skies
I keep this shit pushing, I can get a Wraith if I tried
I'm breaking her eyes on every bed in four, five, six
And give me space while I'm shooting if you don't got shit (Nigga)
Seen niggas getting money, then they go out quick
Setting examples for the youngins who don't know 'bout shit (Yeah)
Westside in this bitch and the Eastside too
Your bitch a lil' spooky, how she wanna be my boo?
With prescription contacts, you can't see my crew
You fake niggas transparent, I can see right through

[Lil Perry:]
Serving OT 'cause the block hot as Takis (It's hot)
Bitch, this ain't no fucking stir fry, this hibachi
Did the 69 with your bitch, I ain't Tekashi (Nope)
Lil' nigga, big strap, but won't no big nigga box me (Woo)
Only thirteen, I was itching for a body (Body)
Few years before, I'll pull up in a hottie
Around the same time, I was stretching Act' with Quali'
Fast forward, now I'm in a Wraith on Collins sipping Wocky (Woo)
Niggas hating on me, shit, I heard it through the grapevine (Grapevine)
Plug waiting on me, I just gotta cross the state-line (Bitch)
Free Boss Hogg, got my nigga doing state time (Boss Hogg)
Whipping up babies take talent, it don't take time (Boy)

[Babyface Ray:]
The next Rollie on my wrist (What?), probably a forty (Yeah)
A presi', lil'-ass nigga, bag heavy (Heavy)
I can do the route there and back without a navi' (God)
Let a pretty bitch run through the mall like her daddy
I was up, fell off, then got back again (Got back)
Quit rapping, started trapping, tryna rap again (Now I'm back)
Putting miles on a Kia, tryna snatch a Benz
Sprayed the car then doubled back, them niggas acting dead (Fuck 'em)
They said I was the one, but I was lacking bread
Now, I know to keep it on me, never lack again (It's on me)
I'm sending P Yeezy kicks when he at the feds
She was talking down 'bout the gang, so I got the head

[Overlord Scooch:]
Being broke taught a nigga how to live with money (For real)
Waking up next to hoes, thinking they stealing from me
My trust issues make me clutch pistols
When you up, they on your nuts, when you broke, they don't fuck with you (Bitch)
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 dripping off the piece all the way to the floor (Ice)
I make it look like I'm rich selling eighthies of blow
You either listen to them or you listen to me (OV)
Snatch a big off a chicken, yeah, it's missing a wing (Bird)
I ain't put it back together, boy, you getting it clean
And I ain't never sold nobody no Michigan weed (Hah)
Did time in the joint, nigga, and I ain't going back (Hell nah)
Ain't 'posed to be around no felons, and I'm knowing that (I'm knowing that)
I'm holding straps while I'm throwing craps
Wife beater on, cooking an O of crack, boy, you know it's facts

[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 niggas wore Breitling (Facts)
Bentley truck at Bossa Nova, order some lasagna (Yeah)
Spin this bitch around, I got a play at Ace of Diamonds (I'm pulling up)
Looking for the shit I'm wearing 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, shit, I tried it (My bad)
Twenty chains on, couple of them bitches hiding (Yeah)
Told 'em ain't no need to test drive this bitch, 'cause I'm buying it

[Payroll Giovanni:]
The shit I spit make niggas get up off they ass
And quit tripping and try to stumble on some cash (Yeah)
Used to double off of halves, tryna bubble to a slab
Now, I push a coupe, stomping up the motherfucking ave (Skrrt)
I'm a Westside trafficker, you known for slapping 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, shit, whatever works (Whatever)
Bitches lay the cheddar first, chasing pussy never works (Never)
Born in a family where nobody had a job
You either sell dope or sell dope, you nothing if you rob (No)
I engage in crack sales, bitch, I'm married to the mob (Mob shit)
Stacks sloppy and fat, just a motherfucking 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, nigga (BYLUG)