| Oh you see the new gang comin', new gang comin'
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| Got that new gang comin'
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| You see the new gang comin'
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| Bitch it’s OHB, yeah we comin'
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| Propane got us all blunted
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| The cocaine got her nose runnin'
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| The strap got 100 rounds in it
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| If it ain’t about money nigga, you ain’t sayin' nothin'
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| Pull up to the club 'bout a 100
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| It’s a lotta Pirus and a couple bounty hunters
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| I’m whippin' in that Wraith with my gunners
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| 105 west with some shooters right in front of us
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| Got that meth lab up and runnin'
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| Rest in peace to the big homie buntry
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| Rest in peace to young thug, lil homie
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| From Centerville to Fruit Town, we gettin' money
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| You don’t bang bang, you ain’t gang gang
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| You ain’t never slang, choppin' 'caine
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| With a bad bitch from Spain
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| Talkin' slang off the promethazine
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| OHB, bitch, new whip
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| Stashed with rubber grips
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| Stackin' chips
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| Some of my homies Bloods and some bangin' Crips
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| 22 rims with my brims and some lady friends
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| Stackin' ends, niggas in my way, that’s one to the chin
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| Pockets on swole, I got a bunch of bands on me
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| All these model bitches, they can’t keep they hands off me
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| Oh you see the new gang comin', new gang comin'
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| Got that new gang comin'
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| You see the new gang comin'
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| Bitch it’s OHB, yeah we comin'
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| Pull up, pull up if you 'bout it nigga
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| Where I’m from, we body niggas
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| Kamakazis on Kawasakis
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| On 12 o’clock, you ain’t ridin' with us
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| I got killers that do what I say when I need
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| Bullets spray, follow the leader
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| I got homies pullin' up in broad day
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| And set this bitch off like Keef
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| Smokin' Khalifa
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| And you was the one sayin' you ready for war
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| Now you on the ship, you sound like a bitch
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| Can’t fuck with you boy
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| This that new gang
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| All my niggas wear new chains
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| And I put my bitch in a Mulsanne
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| OHB in a black Lamb' like Bruce Wayne
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| Oh you see the new gang comin', new gang comin'
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| Got that new gang comin'
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| You see the new gang comin'
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| Bitch it’s OHB, yeah we comin'
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| Propane got us all blunted
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| The cocaine got her nose runnin'
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| The strap got 100 rounds in it
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| If it ain’t about money nigga, you ain’t sayin' nothin'
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| Pardon me but I don’t usually talk a lot
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| If you ain’t talkin' money, nigga what you talkin' 'bout?
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| The drop head take up multiple parkin' spots
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| Nowadays gotta keep most shooters in Harvey got
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| All about my presidents, hustle, never hesitant
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| Fuck who you invested in cause me, my niggas next to win
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| Money be my closest kin, I consider it my fam
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| Keep the drummer like a bam and bein' broke, I never can
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| Money’s all I understand, I speak that shit fluently
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| Every way, you never there, we call that shit truancy
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| You speakin' that foolery, this money’s nothin' new to me
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| Ain’t worried 'bout who’s hot, I was cool before it was cool to be
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| Fuckin' with a triant god, welcome to the tribe mob
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| Plus we out here ballin', bang it down like the LeBron lob
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| Championship rings for me and my fellow squad
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| Truth 100 like the numbers never lie, yeah
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| Oh you see the new gang comin', new gang comin'
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| Got that new gang comin'
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| You see the new gang comin'
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| Bitch it’s OHB, yeah we comin'
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| Propane got us all blunted
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| The cocaine got her nose runnin'
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| The strap got 100 rounds in it
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| If it ain’t about money nigga, you ain’t sayin' nothin' |