Tonart: G minor•
Verse 1
Dm
Eb
Nigga want smoke,
lemme know somethin'
Lam' truck, Rolls truck, both of 'em
Dm
I don't think about death
Hot- box in the trench doing donuts
Trap- a- Holics, bitch,
like you ain't know, real trap shit!
Yo, Pi'erre, yo,
Dm
Eb
Gm
Eb
Gm
Pi'erre
Dm
Eb
Gm
Woah
Cm
Dm
Eb
Cm
Dm
OT F, 1400, gang
Eb
Gang
Gang, gang
Dm
Eb
You ain't gang, gang, gang,
you ain't fucking with us (Gang)
You ain't gang, gang, gang,
you ain't fucking with us (Gang)
Dm
Eb
You ain't gang, gang, gang,
you ain't fucking with us (Gang)
You ain't gang, gang, gang,
you ain't fucking with us
Dm
On the block reppin' gang,
Eb
gang, grew up real slimy
Cm
Dm
Eb
If you talk down on the gang,
Gm
gang, we gon' do you grimy
Cm
Dm
Eb
On the block I let my chain swang,
Gm
fuck it (Yeah), nigga, try me
Cm
Dm
Eb
'Cause we really, really, really,
in the field and shit
Dm
Eb
Murder, murder, do a hit,
I do a drill and shit
Dm
Eb
Yeah, murder on my mind,
I'm tryna kill some shit
Dm
If you ain't gang, gang, gang,
Eb
hope you get killed lil' bitch
Dm
Eb
You ain't gang, gang, gang,
you ain't fucking with us (Gang)
Dm
Eb
You ain't gang, gang, gang,
Gm
Cm
you ain't fucking with us (Gang)
Dm
Eb
You ain't gang, gang, gang,
Gm
you ain't fucking with us (Gang)
Cm
Eb
Dm
Eb
You ain't gang, gang, gang,
Dm
you ain't fucking with us (Gang)
lemme know somethin'
Lam' truck, Rolls truck, both of 'em
Dm
Eb
I don't think about death when I pour up
Hot box in the trench doing donuts
Dm
Gave a bitch Perc' 10, made her
Everybody on dick when you blow up
Dm
Eb
Got 30 for a show, I ain't show up
I'm trying to be like
Cm
Meech and not grow up
Dm
Eb
I gotta switch on my Glock when I blow it
Cm
And I love my killers, they know it
Gm
Cm
Headshot when you walk out of court
Dm
From the 'Raq where they
Last 'opp got murdered, of course
Dm
Eb
You ain't gang, gang, gang,
you ain't fucking with us (Gang)
Cm
Dm
Eb
You ain't gang, gang, gang,
Gm
you ain't fucking with us (Gang)
Cm
Dm
Eb
You ain't gang, gang, gang,
Gm
you ain't fucking with us (Gang)
Cm
Eb
Dm
Eb
You ain't gang, gang, gang,
Dm
you ain't fucking with us (Gang)
Eb
Real gang members, type of niggas say my name,
Cm
Dm
hit you (Baow)
Eb
Let that flame get you,
Gm
Cm
Dm
two niggas end up same picture, uh
Eb
Told myself I ain't have no paper
Cm
until I can change riches
Dm
Eb
Fuck is you lane switching, go ahead
Gm
Cm
Dm
set your pace and finish
Eb
All these chains glisten
Hand them out to my main
Eb
Quick to change niggas
'Opps now ain't the same niggas
Eb
Click- clack, bang (Bang)
You know I ain't learned that at no range,
pussy can't hang if you ain't gang, nigga
Dm
Eb
You ain't gang, gang, gang,
you ain't fucking with us (Gang)
Dm
Eb
You ain't gang, gang, gang,
Gm
you ain't fucking with us (Gang)
Cm
Dm
Eb
You ain't gang, gang, gang,
Gm
you ain't fucking with us (Gang)
Cm
Eb
Dm
Eb
You ain't gang, gang, gang,
you ain't fucking with us (Gang)
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