Gang Bang Anyway The Game (Ft. Jay Rock & ScHoolboy Q)

[Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q]
Uh, um, yeah
Palms sweatin' guess it's time for the murder
My nigga my nerve, I swerve left you dead on the curb
Tell his family get them black clothes
Any witness gets a 9 cold, could do this with a blindfold
I'm that player on the corner lookin' dry when it rains
Pimp a dollar out a pussy, I ain't tryin' to change
Far from average, I'm smokin' this cabbage
Bottled teeth, joint Karats, say cheese, make the cops freeze
Big cribs, for bars, livin' by the dreams
You only gangsta through your bop screen
My set the reason for the Crime scene, fill up the city with madness
We the reason the hearses left your hood and holdin' up traffic
Let the riddles do the scrappin', keep the gun in my fabric
Better pistol than them badges, you get dealt with the maggots
Heard drive-bys everyday, seen homies die early age
Though we still gang bang anyway
Uh, yeah, Figg side

[Chorus: ScHoolboy Q]
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Though we still gang bang anyway, uh
Though we still gang bang anyway