Lyrics
You dead
You gon' die
You gon' die
You gon' die
Yeah uh, what that mean?
Yeah, what that mean?
I'm outside, pop out gang with the team bitch (Uhh)
What that mean?
We all in, that's on gang, that's on me, bitch (Uhh)
Yeah, huh, murder murder slatt (Yeah)
Choppa big, it blow your back (Yeah)
Hanging with them slatts (Yeah)
Pussy nigga we tote gats (Yeah)
Nigga you get whacked
That's on gang and that's all facts, uh
We shoot .223's (Baw), we'll take your life (Gang)
We on with the gang, you know we gon' slide
We all with them bees, all up in the hive
You talk down on me, nigga you gon' die
We a different kind, and we be on different time
Rocking number nine jeans, and I be so fly
We from different sides, pussy I'ma up that fire
Talking all that tough shit on the gang
Pussy bitch and you gon' die
Yeah, huh, you gon' die
Yeah, nigga, you gon' die
Huh, you gon' die
Yeah, uh, what that mean?
Yeah, what that mean?
I'm outside, pop out gang with the team bitch (Uhh)
What that mean?
We all in, that's on gang, that's on me, bitch (Uhh)
Yeah, huh, murder murder slatt (Yeah)
Choppa big, it blow your back (Yeah)
Hanging with them slatts (Yeah)
Pussy nigga we tote gats (Yeah)
Nigga you get whacked
That's on gang and that's all facts, uh
Let's go, let's go
Have you ever seen a nigga die? (Yeah)
When I did, went home and smoked a blunt
No, nigga didn't cry (Let's go)
Don't fuck with niggas on different side
That nigga be switching sides (And I)
In a whip with a nigga bitch inside
Finna give my dick a ride
Only nigga that be talking 'bout gang shit
Be on lame shit, ain't never bang shit
Look at a pic right now and a pic back then
It's not the same pic, I'm with the same clique
I'm with Trippie Redd (Yeah)
Oh, you with a bitch, he scared (Ha)
A lot of niggas like to play with they life
The last nigga who played with my clique, he dead
I had to
Yeah, huh, you gon' die
Yeah, nigga, you gon' die
Huh, you gon' die
Yeah, uh, what that mean?
Yeah, what that mean?
I'm outside, pop out gang with the team bitch (Uhh)
What that mean?
We all in, that's on gang, that's on me, bitch (Uhh)
Yeah, huh, murder murder slatt (Yeah)
Choppa big, it blow your back (Yeah)
Hanging with them slatts (Yeah)
Pussy nigga we tote gats (Yeah)
Nigga you get whacked
That's on gang and that's all facts, uh
Writer(s): Paul Beauregard, Michael White, Jordan Houston, Milo Stokes, Jonathan Kirk, Tim Moore, Sean Olascoaga, Edward Patino
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