[Intro: Yung Bans]
Gus Gang, b**h, we rep that Gus Gang
Gus Gang, b**h, we rep that Gus Gang
[Chorus: Yung Bans]
R.I.P. to Peep, yah
Sad boy soulja for real, sad boy soulja for real
R.I.P. to Peep, yah
Sad boy soulja for real, sad boy soulja for real
[Verse 1: Yung Bans]
Gus Gang, b**h, we rep that Gus Gang
Sipping on that red [?]
Horses on the whip, but baby, this is not a Mustang
Off so many d**, all day much pain
This sh** off the wall, young n***a just wanna ball
Lost so many dawgs, this sh** ain't fair at all
Designer d** mix, got my fingers in her kit cat
Hit a lick, b**h mad lil n***a, sit back
Free the gang, all dawgs go to heaven, n***a
Muscle on these hoes, man, somebody needa tell these b**hes
Innocent till guilty but they still treat me like a felon n***a
f** the D-A, p**y, I'ma seven figure n***a
[Chorus: Yung Bans]
R.I.P. to Peep, yah
Sad boy soulja for real, sad boy soulja for real
R.I.P. to Peep, yah
Sad boy soulja for real, sad boy soulja for real
[Verse 2: CHXPO]
You look in the mirror and see a f** n***a
I look in the mirror and I see a hitter
Made a hundred thousand in the sprinter
So Icy Tha God, Goth Angel Sinner
Need me a Louis scarf for my cold heart
I ain't got no heart, nah, I ain't got no heart
Go hard, b**h, I go hard
I hang with the rockstars, tote choppers like they tote guitars
On the Boulevard, jugging all day
In the hallways, tryna catch a play
b**h, you know I'm Gus Gang, goth b**h for the gang
She just flew in from LA, she just wanna snort some yay
[Chorus: Yung Bans]
R.I.P. to Peep, yah
Sad boy soulja for real, sad boy soulja for real
R.I.P. to Peep, yah
Sad boy soulja for real, sad boy soulja for real
[Intro: Yung Bans]
Gus Gang, b**h, we rep that Gus Gang
Gus Gang, b**h, we rep that Gus Gang
Gus Gang, b**h, we rep that Gus Gang
Gus Gang, b**h, we rep that Gus Gang