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I'm with the gang
I'm with the mob, what was you thinking?
Remember them days
And that shit was hard, a nigga been thinking
I put a four in a 20-ounce, a nigga been drinking
If you with the squad
I give you my heart, lil' nigga I mean it
I was fighting some demons
In the field, bitch I'm deep In
I was raised in the deep end
I know niggas be sinking
Take your bitch and go deep in
But I gave her back, why you tweaking?
Come around with that rah-rah
We leave you dead on the cement
I'm straight trouble, yeah, on a double, yeah
When I'm out with my dudes, send them out to get you
For that bag and more bags, and more cash, and more cash and more cash
And more yeah (hey)
Try me, try me, watch me, watch me
Catch a homi', catch a body
Stuck in a hole with nowhere to go
Get from by me
I was on go and there was no
One beside me
People was sleeping but I make 'em pass out
My niggas reeking and we steady gassed out
Rolling with J so I took a break but nigga I'm back now
Shawty done strayed a nigga away so I can't go back now
I'm with the gang
I'm with the mob, what was you thinking?
Remember them days
And that shit was hard, a nigga been thinking
I put a four in a 20-ounce, a nigga been drinking
If you with the squad
I give you my heart, lil' nigga I mean it
I was fighting some demons
In the field, bitch I'm deep In
I was raised in the deep end
I know niggas be sinking
Take your bitch and go deep in
But I gave her back, why you tweaking?
Come around with that rah-rah
We leave you dead on the cement
Heavyweight, MAC-11, yeah, that's heavyweight
When I cock it, make 'em defecate when I lift it up
I'ma let spray, I'ma lift 'em up into Heaven's gates
Gotta hit 'em up, I can't let 'em stay
Better get his bucks, I'ma get 'em touched up
Top down, no brain now, I guess I'm goin' insane now
Gotta charge to tha game
So your bitch sayin' my name now
I'm on the road to riches so I can not pose for pictures (yeah-yeah)
And shawty done showed me different so I can't get close to bitches
I'm with the gang
I'm with the mob, what was you thinking?
Remember them days
And that shit was hard, a nigga been thinking
I put a four in a 20-ounce, a nigga been drinking
If you with the squad
I give you my heart, lil' nigga I mean it
I was fighting some demons
In the field, bitch I'm deep In
I was raised in the deep end
I know niggas be sinking
Take your bitch and go deep in
But I gave her back, why you tweaking?
Come around with that rah-rah
We leave you dead on the cement
Writer(s): Tori Gayle
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