Gang

And I put that on gang

Naw homie I don’t bang, but I put that on gang

It’s just me and my day ones swear I won’t change

Broke hoes all the same and I put that on the gang

Yeah I put that on gang

Ay, Going to take my shoes off

Walked in, imma flex

Imma Htown hitter on the west

Big dog and I'm going for the neck

And these hoes do anything for a check

Do it for the clout

Imma bring em out

I don’t do the clubs it’s a party at the house

She going to show me love it’s a party in her mouth

Stop with the fake flex or we gonna call them out

Couple vans on me and some brand new sneakers

Shawty on my hip like a beeper

Said her man gone now she trying to hit me up

Ooh, she just wanna party cause my G's up

Ballin on you hatters like Kuzma

Never been a loser

If she get to trippin' I call her ass a Uber

Y'all still rocking Versace Medusa

I still got the juice...

And I put that on gang

Naw homie I don’t bang, but I put that on gang

It’s just me and my day ones swear I won’t change

Broke hoes all the same and I put that on the gang

Yeah I put that on gang

I been rollin deep with the gang homie function

Rollin round the streets with the gang dawg it's nothing

I don’t gotta speak for the gang

So my presence is a present you see from the chain

It’s a, bad lil mama on my team, yuh

She gone ride til the gas on E, yuh

She gone slide a couple of em in the streets for me

She gone make sure I ain’t never gotta reach for it

I might, put her on the payroll

She gone get that bag when I say so

I make hella moves then I lay low

Imma make it rain with no raincoat

Shorty got that thang like J-Lo

Spaced out hitter with the space jams

Laced up fitter from the wasteland

You don’t wanna know what’s in my wasteband

And I would never stand for the fake friends