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(Hi, Swirl)
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Brrt, pow, pow, pow (Beep)
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang
If I see a opp, I go bang, bang, bang
And I'm smoking on some pack, straight gas, propane
Why these opps keep swervin'?
Bitch, stay in yo' lane, on the gang
Started toting sticks up in eighth grade
8K, gave it to my mom for a vacay, too paid
I just bought my sister Lei a gold chain
With her name on the front, drippy like some Kool-Aid

New J's stuffed in my bag like a new K
New plays getting locked in like a suitcase
I just took a flight in the sky for a new bae
And now she wanna fuck with me because she see I'm too paid
If lil' shawty acting funny then you know that that's a no-no
Had to pass lil' baby to my bro, Tony Romo
12 tryna blitz, then you know that I'm on go-go
So I had to play the jakes like a muthafucking slo-mo
10K in two weeks off of Instagram promo
Did this by myself, lil' bitch, solo dolo
Free Kwon out da cell 'cause you know that that's the bro-bro
And if that hoe a Gunna then, you know that that's a no go
If a nigga want some static, we gon' put him on the map
And if you finna call me Dami, best not forget 'bout the KA$H
And you know I keep a lot, you can tell by my stats
Why you mad I'm spitting fax?
You on your ass, niggas need to make some cash
On the gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang
If I see a opp, I go bang, bang, bang
And I'm smoking on some pack, straight gas, propane
Why these opps keep swervin'?
Bitch, stay in yo' lane, on the gang
Started toting sticks up in eighth grade
8K, gave it to my mom for a vacay, too paid
I just bought my sister Lei a gold chain
With her name on the front, drippy like some Kool-Aid

And it's R.I.P my pops
Man, he died when I was seven
Told me take care of my family
And to make sure they ain't stressing
L-l-let a nigga try them and I'm teaching him a lesson
So I'm toting this 11 for protection
Might just send a jit to heaven
If a nigga want some static, he can have it
Posted up on the block, automatics
Bad bitch, Gucci and Chanel, yeah, she lavish
Tragic, I just put a nigga on a graphic, ayy
I gotta watch how I move now
Niggas envy, so I gotta play it smooth now
I be too sick on the beat like the flu now
Two chicks finna blow me like a flute now
Broke-ass nigga, caught 'em lacking in the food aisle
Tell me why these niggas out here acting like we cool now?
Like you ain't just tried to rob me for my shoes now?
And I'm touching more money than your whole crew now

Gang, gang, gang, gang
If I see a opp, I go bang, bang, bang
And I'm smoking on some pack, straight gas, propane
Why these opps keep swervin'?
Bitch, stay in yo' lane, on the gang
Started toting sticks up in 8th grade
8K, gave it to my mom for a vacay, too paid
I just bought my sister Lei a gold chain
With her name on the front, drippy like some Kool-Aid

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