Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On Gang , by - Soulja Boy. Release date: 08.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
On Gang |
| Young Draco ain’t gon play bout them racks, bout them stacks |
| Call up my plug, where the fuck them packs at? |
| Call up my shooters, where the fuck them straps at? |
| Can’t talk on the phone, cause I know 12 been tapped that |
| I got a hundred fifty racks in my backpack |
| Nigga think it’s sweet, but on my mama I’m gon that |
| Hit him witht the chopper cause he was asking for that |
| You wanna Imma tax him for that |
| I’m skirting round with them racks |
| AK 47 came with a shoulder strap |
| Choppers and BMW in the Benz |
| murk your best friend |
| Stand in the kitchen, I whip up a ten |
| Young Draco, I trap out the dope hole |
| My trap jumpin like a yo yo |
| Oo young nigga trap with a |
| Try the funny shit, get hit with the draco |
| I cannot trust a soul |
| Watching my reer view, |
| Bitch I be like I’m from the four |
| Imma big blood nose |
| What was you thinking bout? |
| demans out |
| Nigga we just had bought Nemons out |
| we squeezing bout |
| on the chain |
| Nigga play gang, then we busting your brain |
| I been asleep, I was stuck on the drank |
| Put him to sleep, tryna fuck with the gang |
| got paint by the lieder |
| Ride in the herse, I be killing these niggas |
| Like a fauset, i be drippin, lil bitch |
| Ride with the stick cause shit can get |
| My killers deadly, riding around with the |
| my niggas |
| Mansion in the hills, no neighbors |
| That’s living, pour up the lean when I get in my feelings |
| Double cup muddy, I’m sippin on red |
| rap money, then put it on your head |
| I remember I was busting down spread |
| Now I ride around in a big body Benz |
| Two foreign hoes, fuck her and her friend |
| Riding with Draco with the draco, lord forgive me, yeah he know that I sin |
| Hop out, and I kill you and your friend |
| put the Glock to your chin |
| Bentley what I’m sliding in |
| Glasses on me, these Versace lenses |
| You dn’t want no problems, I came from the bottom |
| Don’t make me throw you in the grave |
| We trappin, never had a day job |
| I’m selling them P’s out a racecar |
| I scoot up, and I shoot your face off |
| I splash and I drip when I walk in the bank |
| My diamonds more wet than a motherfucking lake |
| I’m in the trap wearing two tone |
| I break a bitch, I don’t do no dates |
| All of these racks, I be feeling like Chapo |
| I sware that you don’t wanna fuck with |
| Splash up on you, and we knock out your taco |
| like Tyson |
| Don’t got no racks, we can’t talk about prices |
| feel like fighting |
| I’m always ready |
| Keep a stick, my thoughts is deadly |
| Two grams of that Molly, I’m rolling heavy |
| Just ran through a hundred, I’m getting sweaty |
| This bitch that I’m toating spit 50 shots |
| Fuck all the opps, we spin any block |
| Glock |
| If I don’t know him up on the spot |
| We shoot up at every spot |
| They don’t play with my name, they better notI be shippin packs, |
| we be selling out |
| That nigga a bitch, he’ll sell you out |
| Know that it’s blood in this bitch |
| Know we gon trap out the mansion |
| Watch my diamonds, they dancing |
| We toating sticks in the Wraith |
| Tell you you a bitch to your face |
| that case |
| Kicking in doors and running in houses |
| thousands |
| Bad bitch, I call her |
| I got rich off a one way |
| Flew your bitch out on a one way |
| She wanna stay, but I made her go anyway |
| I got some stories and some times where I made it snow |
| I was selling work to make it to my last show |
| We was sippin Ac, we ain’t know what we was sippin on |
| We was red rag sliding, |
| that’s what you trippin on |