New Gang Ray J, Chris Brown, Luvaboy TJ & Truth KO

[Intro]
Arr, whip

[Chorus: Ray J, Chris Brown, Ray J & Chris Brown]
Ooh, you see the new gang comin' (New gang comin')
Got that new gang comin', yeah (New gang comin')
You see the new gang comin' (Woah, woah, new gang comin')
Bitch, this OHB, yeah, we comin' (Yeah-yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Ray J]
Propane got us all blunted (Got us all blunted)
The cocaine got her nose runnin' (Got her nose runnin')
The strap got a hundred rounds in it (Hundred rounds in it)
If it ain't about money, nigga, you ain't sayin' nothin', yeah (Woo)

[Verse 1: Ray J, Luvaboy TJ]
P-P-Pull up to the club 'bout a hundred
It's a lotta Pirus and a couple bounty hunters (Oh, yeah, yeah, bounty hunters)
I'm whippin' in that Wraith with my gunners (Woah, woah)
105 West with some shooters right in front of us (Oh, yeah, yeah, with some shooters, woo!)
Got that meth lab up and runnin' (Meth lab runnin')
Rest in peace to the big homie Buntry (Oh, yeah, yeah, big homie Buntry)
Rest in peace to Young Thug, lil' homie (Woah, woah)
From Centerville to Fruit Town, we gettin' money (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Luvaboy TJ, Chris Brown]
You don't bang bang, you ain't gang gang
You ain't never slang, choppin' 'caine
With a bad bitch from Spain
Talkin' slang off the promethazine
OHB, bitch, new whip
Stashed with rubber grips (Yeah)
Stackin' chips
Some of my homies Bloods and some bangin' Crips (Yeah!)
22 rims with my brims and some lady friends
Stackin' ends, niggas in my way, that's one to the chin (Uh)
Pockets on swole, I got a bunch of bands on me (Yeah)
All these model bitches, they can't keep they hands off me (Van Gogh)