Gang - YNW Melly

I know

Tell me now, no, oh-ohh

Let me get in my Michael Jackson shit, 'cause really

I’m hot as fuck in this jacket (Woah)

Getting hotter than a bitch in here

I ain’t really with the shits, yeah bih

Shawty drunk as fuck, I think she did a beer

I don’t want that ho, she from last year

Gang, gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang, gang, gang (I ain’t really with the shits, yeah bih)

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

You know a nigga run that

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

You know a nigga run that

Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang

You know a nigga really

Slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime

You know a nigga really

Ridin', ridin', ridin', ridin', ridin', ridin', ah

Fuckboy get tucked in a muthafuckin' pamper

Leave you shitted out, fuckboy, what’s the answer?

Called them niggas but they ain’t answer

Ballin' on niggas like I got bancer

Ballin' on niggas like I got cancer

Hoppin' on that dick, that lil' bitch, that name should be Prancer

Hoppin' on that dick, that lil' bitch, that should be a dancer

She don’t wanna be a stripper so I cannot tip her, uh (Tip her)

Thick yellow bitch and she grabbin' on my zipper (On my zipper)

Catch a pussy nigga, shoot 'em like I play for Clippers, uh (Clipper)

Oops, I meant the Blippers, baby girl, you know I’m slimy (Slatt)

Fuckin' on yo' thot, I’m like the Grinch, I’m super grimy (Slimy)

Slimy, green, ooh yeah (Yeah)

Think the bitch the Grinch, she keep eatin' on glass (Glass)

Fuck yo' thot and I won’t go mad (Mad)

You love that bitch so much, you even ate the ass (The ass)

Hop in the coupe with my young slimes and then I spaz (Spaz)

Fuck on yo' thot, I’m from muhfuckin' Trinidad ('Nidad)

I’m just playin', you know a nigga from the G (The G)

I got racks, you know them bitches all on me

Am I cute?

Am I cute?

Yay or nay?

(Yay or nay?)

Eat that dick, drink it up, Gatorade (Gatorade)

Yo' nigga hatin', think he need some Haterade (So hard)

Fuckboy, I don’t play no ace of spades (Go hard)

I keep my weapon deployed (Oh)

They want the boy to be destroyed (Oh)

Fuckin' on yo' thot, I’m like, «Ugh» (Ugh)

On my heirs, she fuck on her, I’m a boss (Woah)

I’m a rich street nigga, ya dig that?

Pull up on yo' ass, you get yo' wig snatched

Like three bitches in the line fighting for, uh

Tracks (Slatt, slatt)

Tracks (Gang, gang)

Hoppin' out the coupe with the MAC (With the MAC)

Tell a pussy nigga back, back (Back up, back up)

Wait, tail a pussy nigga bike, bike (Bike, bike)

Bih ride on the dick just like a bike (Like a bike, man)

I am not no motherfuckin' dyke (Fuck you, pussy)

Fuck that boy, I’ll shoot up, why?

(Why, why)

Huh, I would take yo' mothafuckin' life (Take your life)

Shut the fuck up, you ain’t take nobody life (No cap)

And you know a nigga got a couple stripes (Strapped, strapped, strapped)

Pussy bitch, you know I like them egg whites (Energy)

Big titties on the front of her chest (That back)

Big titties, five bands I’ll invest (I'll invest)

Fuckboy, put you in cardiac arrest (Arrest)

Your heart broke, you can’t even say yes (Yes)

Your heart broke, you can’t even say no (No)

You make me Melly pose (Woah, oh, ohh)