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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Shane Lindstrom
Shane Lindstrom
Drums
Kirsnick Khari Ball
Kirsnick Khari Ball
Vocals
Offset
Offset
Vocals
Quavo
Quavo
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kurtis Mckenzie
Kurtis Mckenzie
Songwriter
Shane Lindstrom
Shane Lindstrom
Songwriter
Quavious Marshall
Quavious Marshall
Songwriter
Kiari Cephus
Kiari Cephus
Songwriter
Kirsnick Khari Ball
Kirsnick Khari Ball
Songwriter
Julia Michaels
Julia Michaels
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Murda Beatz
Murda Beatz
Producer
Kurtis Mckenzie
Kurtis Mckenzie
Producer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
DJ Durel
DJ Durel
Mixing Engineer
Ethan Stevens
Ethan Stevens
Engineer
Sean Phelan
Sean Phelan
Engineer
Quavo
Quavo
Mixing Engineer

Songteksten

Would you, ooh? Would you, ooh? Hey, I know this might sound weird to say But would you love me if I ran away? (Away) I know you probably think I'm insane Ain't nothin' change but the pocket change (Pocket change) I know they gotta feel my pain (Feel it) I make them birds Lauryn Hill sang (Brr) And everywhere I go they know my name (And what you claim?) '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 Always rep' the gang, gang, gang, gang (Gang) Always rep' the gang, gang, gang, gang Whole lotta gang shit, gang, gang, gang (Gang) Whole lotta gang shit ay, gang, gang, gang, yeah She froze up when that ghost came (Ghost came) Big body rolls, it 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) After my show we put hoes in the chokehold (Chokehold) At the door, we take cell phones, 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 for And all I want is nachos And all I want is Huncho (Huncho) Pulls 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 door knob Make it back to the gang, that's the whole job Chop it up and just talk about what we got (Whatcha got? Whatcha got? Whatcha got?) Whippin' that Draco (Cold, brr) She said she love me But that's somethin' we'll never know (Never know) Honestly, that's somethin' I really wanna know (Wanna know) Ain't tryna waste my time, it's time to let you go (Let you go) And get back to that back end on the road I can't go out sad about a hoe (Hell no) Married to the money, I propose Always rep' the gang, gang, gang, gang Suit up with the gang gang Always rep' the gang, gang, gang, gang I be reppin' gang gang Whole lotta gang shit, gang, gang, gang Hit her with that gang gang Whole lotta gang shit, gang, gang, gang Always reppin' gang gang
Writer(s): Shane Lee Lindstrom, Kiari Kendrell Cephus, Quavious Keyate Marshall, Kirsnick Khari Ball, Magnus Hoiberg, Kurtis Isaac Mckenzie, Julia Carin Cavazos Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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