Clip vidéo
Clip vidéo
Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Quavo
Chant
Shane Lindstrom
Batterie
Kirsnick Khari Ball
Chant
Offset
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Kurtis Mckenzie
Paroles/Composition
Shane Lindstrom
Paroles/Composition
Quavious Marshall
Paroles/Composition
Kiari Cephus
Paroles/Composition
Kirsnick Khari Ball
Paroles/Composition
Julia Michaels
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Murda Beatz
Production
Kurtis Mckenzie
Production
MIKE DEAN
Ingénierie de mixage
Quavo
Ingénierie de mixage
DJ Durel
Ingénierie de mixage
Ethan Stevens
Ingénierie
Sean Phelan
Ingénierie
Paroles
[Verse 1]
Would you, oooh?
Would you, oooh?
[Verse 2]
Hey, I know this might sound weird to say (Weird)
But would you love me if I ran away? (Away)
I know you prolly think I'm insane ('Sane)
Ain't nothing change but the pocket change (Pocket change)
I know they gotta feel my pain (Feel it)
I make them birds on Lauryn Hill sang (Brrr)
And everywhere I go, they know my name (Whatchu claim?)
[Verse 3]
'Cause I be reppin' Gang Gang (Gang Gang)
Posted with the Gang Gang (Gang Gang)
Pull up with the Gang Gang (Gang Gang)
Suit up with the Gang Gang (Gang Gang)
I be reppin' Gang Gang (Gang Gang)
I shoot with the Gang Gang (Gang Gang)
Bang with the Gang Gang (Gang Gang)
Ride out with the Gang Gang (Gang Gang)
Always rep the Gang Gang
[Verse 4]
Always rep the gang, gang-gang-gang
Always rep the gang, gang-gang-gang
Whole lotta gang shit, gang-gang-gang
Whole lotta gang shit, gang-gang-gang
[Verse 5]
She froze up when that Ghost came (Ghost came)
Big body Rolls that be hoggin' up both lanes (Both lanes)
She lift her nose up when she want that cocaine (Cocaine)
I lift my doors up, the Lambo take propane (Propane)
I throw my show in for hoes in the chokehold (Chokehold)
At the door, we take cellphones, no photos
Money comin' in too much I can't hold, truckload
I'm hot, I can't be trappin' in the streets, that what the plug fo'
[Verse 6]
And all I want is nachos (Nachos)
And all I want is Huncho (Huncho)
Pull strings like a banjo (Banjo)
And the keys, a piano (Piano)
Take me back to the back door (Back door)
I can see my foot on a doorknob
Make it back to the gang, that's the whole job
Chop it up and talk about just what we got, yeah (Whatchu got? Whatchu go?)
Whippin' that Draco, she says she love me but that somethin' we'll never know (Never know)
Honestly, that's all I really wanna know (Wanna know)
Ain't tryna waste my time, it's time I let you go (Let you go)
And get back to the backhand on the road
I can't go out sad about a hoe
Hell, no
Married to the money, I propose
[Verse 7]
Always rep the gang, gang-gang-gang
Always rep the gang, gang-gang-gang
Whole lotta gang shit, gang-gang-gang
Whole lotta gang shit, gang-gang-gang
Written by: Kiari Cephus, Kirsnick Ball, Quavious Marshall, Shane Lindstorm


