Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gang, artist - Cdot Honcho. Date of issue: 14.01.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gang |
| That’s about 4−5, 4−5 clips, niggas know they ain’t on piss |
| Remember I ain’t had shit and wished them days would go by |
| Now every day they go by, I’m looking up shit to go buy |
| I’m still a youngin', I’ll pull up in something and make a bitch momma say 'oh |
| my'! |
| (Swerve!) |
| I’ll have my cousin give you a hunnid, that’s a real chain and a throwback (Bow, |
| bow!) |
| Niggas don’t really be playing with guns, y’all prolly get hurt from the |
| blowback (Bitch!) |
| Niggas ain’t come from where I come from, I don’t know what book y’all go by |
| (Book y’all go by) |
| You could be on the other side of town, just hit me, I’ll get there in no time |
| I feel like Kobe in '09, get 'em smoked, then smoke to unwind |
| And when we catch you, make sure you have the same energy you had online |
| They white-chalking you outside, we basically leaving you outlined |
| And can you agree that you play long enough, get you a show at half-time |
| You ain’t gon' make it to see the rest of the game, we cuttin' yo' lifeline |
| Ay, he lackin' in that SUV, we found him like a UAV |
| Get with it, put hot shit in him, turn yo' shit to an ATV |
| I sent 100 DMs, I got goin' on the first line |
| She told you 'but we just met', I hit that bitch on the first time |
| You at home losing your mind, cuz she never answer her FaceTime |
| Fuckin' her face, her face man, she told me 'hold up, my waistline' |
| The whole gang in here, that .45 sticks (Gang!) |
| That’s about 4−5 .45 clips, niggas know they ain’t on piss |
| Remember I ain’t had shit and wished them days would go by |
| Now every day they go by, I’m looking up shit to go buy |
| I’m still a youngin', I’ll pull up in something and make a bitch momma say 'oh |
| my'! |
| (Swerve!) |
| I’ll have my cousin give you a hunnid, that’s a real chain and a throwback (Bow, |
| bow!) |
| Niggas don’t really be playing with guns, y’all prolly get hurt from the |
| blowback (Bitch!) |
| Niggas ain’t come from where I come from, I don’t know what book y’all go by |
| (Book y’all go by) |
| Most of these niggas be posin', most of these niggas be talkin' |
| He wanna reach for that water, now he gotta sleep with the dolphins |
| I’m known to keep it a hunnid, so he gotta die if he cross me |
| I’m known to run up a hunnid a minute, so I know she mad she lost me |
| And niggas, they know I coming from nothing, now I just be on some boss shit |
| He gotta go if he play with that bread, so I send my shooter to stalk him |
| And I might slide in the brand new coupe, no it ain’t rented, I bought it |
| I keep my shortie with me and he shoot, no he ain’t missin', I taught him |
| We in the spot, better watch your step, I got the gang in here |
| I let it blow till there ain’t nothin' left, we bussin' his brains in here |
| And you know Cal the Wild get wild, you know I got danger near |
| I just might pop out the cut with a clip, cuz you catchin' a fade out here |
| The whole gang in here, that .45 sticks (Gang!) |
| That’s about 4−5, 4−5 clips, niggas know they ain’t on piss |
| Remember I ain’t had shit and wished them days would go by |
| Now every day they go by, I’m looking up shit to go buy |
| I’m still a youngin', I’ll pull up in something and make a bitch momma say 'oh |
| my'! |
| (Swerve!) |
| I’ll have my cousin give you a hunnid, that’s a real chain and a throwback (Bow, |
| bow!) |
| Niggas don’t really be playing with guns, y’all prolly get hurt from the |
| blowback (Bitch!) |
| Niggas ain’t come from where I come from, I don’t know what book y’all go by |
| (Book y’all go by) |