[Intro]
Gangin', gangin', bitch I be gangin'
Gangin', gangin', bitch I be gangin'
Gangin', gangin', bitch I be gangin'
Gangin', gangin', gangin', gangin', gangin'
RBE X SOB
Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang
[Verse 1: DaBoii]
Niggas ain't real as they say they is
Two hammers wit' me these my children, yeah Bebe's Kids
Ain't gotta explain nothin' to me, you can say the shit
Stop starin' at me, make it last come and take a pic
Gang shit, none more nigga none less
And it's still fuck the suckas 'til they put to rest
Had to cut my last bitch off 'cause she was such a pest
Play the game how the fuck I want, I don't fuck wit' refs
SOB X RBE, excuse me, pardon me
Gotta smoke to get my appetite, 'cause it be hard to eat
And what I bless my jeweler wit' I coulda paid your college fees
It's hard to deal wit' killin' in yo' heart, wit' us get popped wit' ease
Wouldn't have no views up in them songs if they ain't copy me
Soon as you think shit be goin' good, we come and stop the peace
And X this mothafucka slap, ain't even gotta stop the beat
[Chorus: Slimmy B]
Nigga, gang shit pick these (pick these)
I can't let a nigga strip me (nigga what)
Shananae when I step, big C's (big C's)
Said I ain't got no cheese? Bitch please (bitch please)
Glock hold thirty, gave a nigga fifteen (fifteen)
Got ten bands in these ripped jeans (ripped jeans)
Was off the porch way before 16
And it cost five bands if you want a 16
Gangin', gangin', bitch I be gangin'
Gangin', gangin', bitch I be gangin'
Gangin', gangin', bitch I be gangin'
Gangin', gangin', gangin', gangin', gangin'
RBE X SOB
Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang
[Verse 1: DaBoii]
Niggas ain't real as they say they is
Two hammers wit' me these my children, yeah Bebe's Kids
Ain't gotta explain nothin' to me, you can say the shit
Stop starin' at me, make it last come and take a pic
Gang shit, none more nigga none less
And it's still fuck the suckas 'til they put to rest
Had to cut my last bitch off 'cause she was such a pest
Play the game how the fuck I want, I don't fuck wit' refs
SOB X RBE, excuse me, pardon me
Gotta smoke to get my appetite, 'cause it be hard to eat
And what I bless my jeweler wit' I coulda paid your college fees
It's hard to deal wit' killin' in yo' heart, wit' us get popped wit' ease
Wouldn't have no views up in them songs if they ain't copy me
Soon as you think shit be goin' good, we come and stop the peace
And X this mothafucka slap, ain't even gotta stop the beat
[Chorus: Slimmy B]
Nigga, gang shit pick these (pick these)
I can't let a nigga strip me (nigga what)
Shananae when I step, big C's (big C's)
Said I ain't got no cheese? Bitch please (bitch please)
Glock hold thirty, gave a nigga fifteen (fifteen)
Got ten bands in these ripped jeans (ripped jeans)
Was off the porch way before 16
And it cost five bands if you want a 16
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