[Hook]
Gang in this b**h, gang in this b**h
I got gang in this b**h, gang in this b**h
I got gang in this b**h, gang in this b**h
We gone make it rain in this b**h, rain on a b**h n***a
I got gang in this b**h, gang in this b**h
I got gang in this b**h, gang in this b**h
I got gang in this b**h, gang in this b**h
We gone make it rain in this b**h, rain on a b**h n***a
I got gang in this b**h, gang in this b**h
I got gang in this b**h, gang in this b**h
I got gang in this b**h, gang in this b**h
[Verse 1: Lud Foe]
I got gang in this b**h, gang got yo b**h
I can't give no fame to a b**h
I swing on a b**h
Better watch yo tone cause we brought them things in this b**h
I was in the field doing hits so I'm with the sh**s
Rollin off the pills in the club high in that b**h
n***as lyin in they rhymes and I'm tired of this sh**
And I just walked inside the mall and bought whatever I want
Remember trappin out the bando like how many you want
And yea I know that that's yo b**h but I can f** when I want
And I heard n***as talking boy this is not what they want
These b**hes play they roles when they come to me
Them b**hes turn to hoes when they come to me
Lookin for some dope n***a come to me
When you see me you'll be smart if you run from me
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[Verse 2: Stewie]
I got gang, gang, gang g**n yo b**h
I don't spend a thing on b**h but gang to a b**h
Pull up in that thing I be switchin lanes in that b**h
Walk inside the club make it hurricane in that b**h
I got money in the wall
I'ma ball
Poppin pills like Tylenol sh** dessolve
Doing 10 in like in a hour
f** the law
We gone line these b**hes up
And we gone ball,ball,ball,ball
Trappin out the bando cause the we got all the blows
You don't want no smoke n***a we got all the poles
Fall off in the club I get hugs from all the hoes
When we fall off in the mall we buy all the clothes
Gang,gang,gang,gang,gang
You a b**h and stain so you better tuck yo chain in this b**h
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[Verse 3: Lud Foe]
Gang in this b**h we ride foreign cars
Hit the fall f** up like it's not tomorrow
I'ma dog I f** hoes, young p**n-star
n***a say he want smoke but he ain't never outside
Beam on this chrome I leave your brains outside
Grape Jelly inside Peanut bu*ter outside
f**ing with my gang that's like committing suicide
Snatch the doors off my car yea that suicide
Sipping on codeine
b**h I lean, that sh** got me tired
She say she wanna f** wa**up baby I'm the guy
Turn up at my shows with the gang b**h we always live
I put Forgios on that thing b**h we always sliding
You know how I'm rocking sh** popping like I'm cookin fries
Rocket in my pocket I'm gone pop it if a n***a try it
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