Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song New Gang, artist - Chris Brown. Album song Before the Trap: Nights In Tarzana, in the genre Соул
Date of issue: 06.02.2018
Record label: Turn Up
Song language: English
New Gang |
Oh you see the new gang comin', new gang comin' |
Got that new gang comin' |
You see the new gang comin' |
Bitch it’s OHB, yeah we comin' |
Propane got us all blunted |
The cocaine got her nose runnin' |
The strap got 100 rounds in it |
If it ain’t about money nigga, you ain’t sayin' nothin' |
Pull up to the club 'bout a 100 |
It’s a lotta Pirus and a couple bounty hunters |
I’m whippin' in that Wraith with my gunners |
105 west with some shooters right in front of us |
Got that meth lab up and runnin' |
Rest in peace to the big homie buntry |
Rest in peace to young thug, lil homie |
From Centerville to Fruit Town, we gettin' money |
You don’t bang bang, you ain’t gang gang |
You ain’t never slang, choppin' 'caine |
With a bad bitch from Spain |
Talkin' slang off the promethazine |
OHB, bitch, new whip |
Stashed with rubber grips |
Stackin' chips |
Some of my homies Bloods and some bangin' Crips |
22 rims with my brims and some lady friends |
Stackin' ends, niggas in my way, that’s one to the chin |
Pockets on swole, I got a bunch of bands on me |
All these model bitches, they can’t keep they hands off me |
Oh you see the new gang comin', new gang comin' |
Got that new gang comin' |
You see the new gang comin' |
Bitch it’s OHB, yeah we comin' |
Pull up, pull up if you 'bout it nigga |
Where I’m from, we body niggas |
Kamakazis on Kawasakis |
On 12 o’clock, you ain’t ridin' with us |
I got killers that do what I say when I need |
Bullets spray, follow the leader |
I got homies pullin' up in broad day |
And set this bitch off like Keef |
Smokin' Khalifa |
And you was the one sayin' you ready for war |
Now you on the ship, you sound like a bitch |
Can’t fuck with you boy |
This that new gang |
All my niggas wear new chains |
And I put my bitch in a Mulsanne |
OHB in a black Lamb' like Bruce Wayne |
Oh you see the new gang comin', new gang comin' |
Got that new gang comin' |
You see the new gang comin' |
Bitch it’s OHB, yeah we comin' |
Propane got us all blunted |
The cocaine got her nose runnin' |
The strap got 100 rounds in it |
If it ain’t about money nigga, you ain’t sayin' nothin' |
Pardon me but I don’t usually talk a lot |
If you ain’t talkin' money, nigga what you talkin' 'bout? |
The drop head take up multiple parkin' spots |
Nowadays gotta keep most shooters in Harvey got |
All about my presidents, hustle, never hesitant |
Fuck who you invested in cause me, my niggas next to win |
Money be my closest kin, I consider it my fam |
Keep the drummer like a bam and bein' broke, I never can |
Money’s all I understand, I speak that shit fluently |
Every way, you never there, we call that shit truancy |
You speakin' that foolery, this money’s nothin' new to me |
Ain’t worried 'bout who’s hot, I was cool before it was cool to be |
Fuckin' with a triant god, welcome to the tribe mob |
Plus we out here ballin', bang it down like the LeBron lob |
Championship rings for me and my fellow squad |
Truth 100 like the numbers never lie, yeah |
Oh you see the new gang comin', new gang comin' |
Got that new gang comin' |
You see the new gang comin' |
Bitch it’s OHB, yeah we comin' |
Propane got us all blunted |
The cocaine got her nose runnin' |
The strap got 100 rounds in it |
If it ain’t about money nigga, you ain’t sayin' nothin' |