Credits
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Tell your partner you don't never want no problems with my
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Yeah, bitch you know I'm new, I'm out here wildin' with my
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Woo, don't make me pull up on your partners with my
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
You don't never gotta ask you know I be that, we that
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
[Verse 2]
All my **** really in these streets
Better not fuck with me
We gon' pull up 'bout a hundred deep
You not touchin' me
[Verse 3]
Ten chain round my neck and I dare you try to reach
You must though this shit was sweet, pussy boy, you 'bout to see
Got them choppers outside we gon' take your life, boy
I ain't tryna throw no hands, you see all this ice, boy?
Brought them pistols to the party, no, we do not fight, boy
Put them shooters on your ass, better not touch my white, boy
[Verse 4]
Yeah, they had me down to roll whole city screaming free
Lemme outta jail 'cause they know the streets need me
Rubber band money gang, don't play about no biz'y
Wildin' with the gang stomp a **** in these Yeezy's
[Verse 5]
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Yeah, bitch you know I'm new, I'm out here wildin' with my
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Woo, don't make me pull up on your partners with my
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
You don't never gotta ask, you that I be that, we that
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
[Verse 6]
Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch, ****
Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch, ****
Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch, ****
Gang in this bitch, gang in this bitch, ****
[Verse 7]
Y'all be tryna talk, I ain't tryna talk
I be with that scrappin' in the yard
Get that fucking chalk, get yo' bitch
Jefe-jefe-jefe what they call me, I'm just 26
See what happens in the the club
Your DJ doesn't play my shit
[Verse 8]
Bitch, I'm turnt up off the Hen'
I be wildin' with my gang like I just got up out the pen
Never sober, I be smokin' soon as I get out the bed
'Cause I ain't never felt the same since they put pistols to my head
[Verse 9]
(Boom) Make some room
What the fuck they gon' do?
Tie that flag around my forehead
I'm EST to my tomb
This that gang gang that double X
Man, I represent with no rules, homie, what?
Tell your partner you don't never want no problems with my
[Verse 10]
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Yeah, bitch you know I'm new, I'm out here wildin' with my
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Woo, don't make me pull up on your partners with my
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
You don't never gotta ask, you that I be that, we that
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
Written by: Doe Boy, Louis Rogé

