YG - Sign Language lyrics

[Intro] We got heaters, smoke, drank, b*tches Fours, deuces, treys, switches Riders, money, houses, boats Notes, uncompromisin' quotes Tweakers on Molly, in the Hills livin' Glocks, scopes, chops with the switches Ferraris, Richard Millie, models on dope Four double O, now a ni**a want the smoke (West Coast) [Verse 1] I'ma bang on b*tch boys (Uh-oh) Bentley trucks, G wagons, then his b*tch toys You ain't say my name in that diss song b*tch ass ni**a, that's not a diss, boy It's YG aka Chin-Checker 4Hunnid worth fifty million, I'm a rich stepper Woah, I might pop out in some leather Or in some Dickies like, fu*k your Margiela [Chorus] Twist your fingers up, bang, ni**a-ni**a, bang (Oh) Throw up your gang, ni**a, bang, ni**a-ni**a, bang What set you claim, ni**a? Bang, ni**a-ni**a, bang It's all the same, ni**a, bang, ni**a-ni**a, bang Twist your fingers up, bang, ni**a-ni**a, bang (Bang) Throw up your gang, ni**a, bang, ni**a-ni**a, bang (Bang) What set you claim, ni**a? Bang, ni**a-ni**a, bang (Bang) It's all the same, ni**a, bang, ni**a-ni**a, bang (Bang) [Verse 2] Yeah, bang on 'em (Bang on 'em) Mr. Gangster with designer, get strange on 'em (Uh-oh) I hang with the savages, we got rank on 'em (Sacks) Went from broke to rich, I had to change on 'em (Yeah) Cherry red, I'm flamed up, cherry red Chucks (Yeah) On gang, Blood, we don't do no head up's I'm the one they call when they get jammed up Yellin' free the gang, we don't do handcuffs Big drip, hoes tricks, Glock .9, long clips b*tch strip-pole, gripped on Bloods, I'm with a few Crips fu*k good, love hard, I burnt out my love chart Black trucks bulletproof, them Glocks on my security guard Rich ni**a, six figures, ain't sh*t, you b*tch ni**a Lit ni**a, they pay me to pop sh*t, ni**a A verse from me is like four or five bricks, ni**a And at the video shoot I do this, ni**a [Chorus] Twist your fingers up, bang, ni**a-ni**a, bang (Oh) Throw up your gang, ni**a, bang, ni**a-ni**a, bang What set you claim, ni**a? Bang, ni**a-ni**a, bang It's all the same, ni**a, bang, ni**a-ni**a, bang Twist your fingers up, bang, ni**a-ni**a, bang (Bang) Throw up your gang, ni**a, bang, ni**a-ni**a, bang (Bang) What set you claim, ni**a? Bang, ni**a-ni**a, bang (Bang) It's all the same, ni**a, bang, ni**a-ni**a, bang (Bang) [Outro] We got heaters, smoke, drank, b*tches Fours, deuces, treys, switches Riders, money, houses, boats Notes, uncompromisin' quotes Tweakers on Molly, in the Hills livin' Glocks, scopes, chops with the switches Ferraris, Richard Millie, models on dope Four double O, now a ni**a want the smoke (West Coast)