gang

(albüm: X. - 2022)

[Ken Car$on:]
Yeah
Yeah (Ha, ha, ha)
Yeah

I ain't got no friends
I'm posted with the gang, you a lame, you can't get in
I love my niggas, they my gang
Hell nah, they ain't got no friends
He just pop pills and sip drank
He'll never be like Ken
I took a hundred out the bank and I put it on your mans
He ain't got nothing in the bank, he broke as fuck, look at his pants
Got like four mil' for my advance
I ride around town with a bitch from France
I do what I want, you do what you can
I do what you don't 'cause I got them bands
If you ain't talking money I can't hear what you saying

[Lil Tecca:]
Do what I do, don't care what you saying
My life is a movie, living on demand
I been that nigga, but now I'm the man
Some niggas switched up, took a different stance
I seen the racks and took a second glance
How you move funny and fuck up a chance?
I know she gon' do it for you, but I bet the bands finna make her dance
Showing no effort, I already know it
Feel like I'm Sosa, already glowing
Chill with the ones, bitch, you so chosen
East to the West, I be still coasting
I might just hit this bitch, then I be ghosting
They doing the most, I ain't tryna be noticed
Don't fuck with these niggas, "bro" that, "bro" this
You don't even got that, bought that, sold this

[Destroy Lonely:]
Yeah, I just hopped off my motherfucking flight, yeah
I'm scrolling on my fucking phone, yeah
I'm thinking what ho I'ma try, yeah
I just pulled up to my telly, bitch, and now I'm finna get high, yeah
I just hit that lil' bad-ass bitch, but I can't make her mine, yeah
You niggas pull up and try this shit, I swear to God they die, yeah
Racks in, but I spent all that shit on these Number (N)ine, yeah
YSL my jeans, lil' bitch, yes, I get stupid fly, yeah
When I touchdown on the East, bitch, yeah, we play with them Five's, yeah
Bitch, I'm with my guys, woah, bitch, I'm way too fried, yeah
Bitch, I'm way too high, can't eat, lil' bitch, I order fries, yeah
These niggas, they fake as fuck, yeah, they just in disguise, yeah
And these niggas don't make enough to go to war with I

[Ken Car$on:]
These niggas don't make enough
Boy, I know your life real tough
I'm chasing that bag, I'm counting it up
I ain't got a brand, you know what's up
Boy, look at the tag, my bitch ran up
I just dropped a bag on me and her
These niggas be starving, I'm eating up
These niggas be sober, I'm geeking up
You dream about that bitch, I'm freaking her
This a Rolls Royce, ain't no Jeep in here
I spot an opp, now I'm creeping up
Say hello to my Glock, let's meet, good luck
You know how I rock, bitch, I don't give no fuck
He mad at my cock 'cause it been in her
He ain't sending no drop 'cause he scared as fuck
If that boy send the drop, then we tearing it up
Here, you know that we spraying it up
Pass me the ball, bitch, I'm laying it up
I swear this shit, be easy as fuck
Hit your ho from the back, she was greasy as fuck
You be claiming that bitch, she be eating dick up
You broke and we rich, you can't mingle with us
You say that she yours but she single with us
I was fucking that bitch, we was on the tour bus