GANG GANG

(album: JACKBOYS - 2019)

[Sheck Wes:]
What the fuck is we doin'?
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Sheck Wes {Travis Scott}:]
Gang back in the stu' (Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
Uh, yeah, gang back in the stu' (Gang)
Young nigga win, win, win, win (Bitch), how can I lose? (How, bitch?)
Uh, how can I lose? (How, bitch?), uh, how can I lose? (Yeah)
I ain't with the gang, gang, gang, gang (Bitch), fifty gon' shoot, uh (Squad)
Me and Trav' in a coupe (Scoop), paparazzi, we switch the route {Yeah}
Yeah, see your bitch getting loose, huh
I'm in LA with the views, huh (Yeah), I'm in LA with your boo (Yeah) {it's lit}

We on the quest with the tribe (I bought it)
It's way too late, pick a side (Feng shui)
Jack make them boys come alive (They what?)
Better not fuck up the vibe (It's Travis)
Running this shit with a stride
You know my gang the flyest

[Don Toliver {Sheck Wes} *Travis Scott*:]
I'm with the gang, gang, gang, gang, BOYS hopping out of coupes (Gang)
I'm switching' lanes tryna maintain, ducking boys in the blue *Zoo*
I see you holding out on my change, I'm needing all of the loot {Ching-ching}
When I'm riding off on my side, best believe I got the scoop (Scoop)
I could make a hundred right now, give it all to the troops (Troops)
Whole squad got the juice (Yeah), send a stain like a flute {Yeah}
Whole squad going up, JACKBOYS on the loose *Yeah, yeah* {bitch}

[Sheck Wes {Travis Scott}:]
In the H, repping Screw (Screw)
Flaming Harlem with the goons {It's lit}, yeah
We was wilding, skipping school (Wildin')
Now we can go make the (Ching ching)
Now we can go make the millions, Trinidad my crew
Cactus Jack on my shoe
And this shit
I came from the mud, straight to the top {Yeah}
Shooters outside double parked
I'm from New York, she like how I talk
She need an ass, it's bought
Came to my chambers, we went wild
Drove the bitch crazy, gave 'em all miles
I'm with young Jacques, know it's going down
Smoking that Jack, get it by the pound {Straight up}
Don't need the pussy, I'm in and I'm out (I'm out)
But I'm still smoking that loud
Hit my hoes when I'm in town (Yeah)
They know who got the Scouts (Bitch)

[Don Toliver {Sheck Wes}:]
I'm with the gang, gang, gang, gang, BOYS hopping out of coupes (Gang)
I'm switching' lanes tryna maintain, ducking boys in the blue {Bitch}
I see you holding out on my change, I'm needing all of the loot {Ching-ching}
When I'm riding off on my side, best believe I got the scoop {My side}
I could make a hundred right now, give it all to the troops
Whole squad got the juice, send a stain like a flute
Whole squad going up, JACKBOYS on the loose

[Luxury Tax {Don Toliver}:]
Yeah, I'm from the North where they robbing and killing {Woo, woo}
Young nigga rich, but I'm still from the trenches {Woo}
Luxury Tax, my water by G
P-I-R-U, bitch, I bang what I bleed
I'm passing out pills, I'ma geek up the VIP {Yeah}
One shot to the head and make sure he don't miss
I fuck on the bitch, have her stalking on Fifth
Still pouring up Act', they say it don't exist (At all)
Fifth got some vibes at the crib
Like, "I wanna fuck right now"
Keep hundred on hundreds for real
Bitch, I'm going up right now
Bitch rolling some weed, you know gang in the stu'
Bottles on bottles, 1942
Models on models, this shit nothing new
You might catch some shots taking shots at the crew
I like my hoes by the two
Blew 800K on a coupe {Uh-huh} racks
We fucked, it wasn't nothing else to do (Ooh)
You play with La Flame, I'ma shoot (Racks)
This a hundred round drum, I got mob ties
This a double M truck, ain't no broke vibes
Now we only take jets for the hard times
Know I call up them killers, they gon' slide
Bitch, I'm with the gang

[Don Toliver {Sheck Wes} *Luxury Tax*:]
I'm with the gang, gang, gang, gang, BOYS hopping out of coupes *Gang*
I'm switching' lanes tryna maintain, ducking boys in the blue {Bitch}
I see you holding out on my change, I'm needing all of the loot {Ching-ching}
When I'm riding off on my side, best believe I got the scoop {My side}
I could make a hundred right now, give it all to the troops
Whole squad got the juice (Ooh), send a stain like a flute (Ooh)
Whole squad going up, JACKBOYS on the loose {Yeah}