LuvaBoy TJ - New Gang lyrics

[Hook: Ray J & Chris Brown] Oh you see the new gang comin’, new gang comin’ Got that new gang comin’ in You see the new gang comin’ b**h it’s OHB, yeah we comin’ Propane got us all blunted The c**aine got her nose runny The strap got 100 rounds in it If it ain’t about money n***a, you ain’t sayin’ nothin’ [Verse 1: Ray J] Pull up to the club ’bout 100 It’s a lotta Pirus and a couple bounty hunters I’m whippin’ in that Wraith with my gunners 105 west with some shooters right in front of us Got that meth lab up and runnin’ Rest in peace to the big homie [?] Rest in peace to young [?] lil homie From Centerville to Fruit Town, we gettin’ money [Verse 2: Luvaboy TJ] You don’t bang bang, you ain’t gang gang You ain’t never slang, choppin’ ‘caine With a bad b**h from Spain Talkin’ slang off the Promethazine OHB b**h, new whip Stashed with rubber grips Stackin’ chips Some of my homies Bloods and some bangin’ Srips 22 rims with my brims and some lady friends Stackin’ ends, n***as in my way, that’s one to the chin Pockets on swole, I got a bunch of bands on me All these model b**hes, they can’t keep they hands off me [Hook: Ray J & Chris Brown] Oh you see the new gang comin’, new gang comin’ Got that new gang comin’ in You see the new gang comin’ b**h it’s OHB, yeah we comin’ [Verse 3: Chris Brown] Pull up, pull up if you ’bout it n***a Where I’m from, we body n***as Kamakazis on Kawasakis On 12 o’clock, you ain’t ridin’ with us I got k**ers that do what I say when I need Bullets spray fire out that lever I got homies pullin’ up in broad day And set this b**h off like Keef Smokin’ Khalifa And you was the one sayin’ you was ready for war Now you on the ship, you sound like a b**h Can’t f** with your boy This that new gang All my n***as wear new chains And I put my b**h in a [?] OHB in a black Lamb’ like Bruce Wayne [Hook: Ray J & Chris Brown] Oh you see the new gang comin’, new gang comin’ Got that new gang comin’ in You see the new gang comin’ b**h it’s OHB, yeah we comin’ Propane got us all blunted The c**aine got her nose runny The strap got 100 rounds in it If it ain’t about money n***a, you ain’t sayin’ nothin’ [Verse 4: Ray J] Pardon me but I don’t usually talk a lot If you ain’t talkin’ money, n***a what you talkin’ ’bout? The drop head take up multiple parkin’ spots Nowadays gotta keep most shooters in Harvey got All about my presidents, hustle, never hesitant f** who you invested in cause me, my n***as next to win Money be my closest kin, I consider it my fam Keep the drummer like a bam and bein’ broke, I never can Money’s all I understand, I speak that sh** fluently Every way, you never there, we call that sh** truancy You speakin’ that foolery, this money’s nothin’ new to me Ain’t worried ’bout who’s hot, I was cool before it was cool to be f**ing with a triant god, welcome to the tribe mob Plus we out here ballin’, bang it down like a LeBron lob Championship rings for me and my fellow squad Truth 100 like the numbers never lie, yeah [Hook: Ray J & Chris Brown] Oh you see the new gang comin’, new gang comin’ Got that new gang comin’ in You see the new gang comin’ b**h it’s OHB, yeah we comin’ Propane got us all blunted The c**aine got her nose runny The strap got 100 rounds in it If it ain’t about money n***a, you ain’t sayin’ nothin’