Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gang, artist - YNW Melly.
Date of issue: 08.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gang |
I know |
Tell me now, no, oh-ohh |
Let me get in my Michael Jackson shit, 'cause really |
I’m hot as fuck in this jacket (Woah) |
Getting hotter than a bitch in here |
I ain’t really with the shits, yeah bih |
Shawty drunk as fuck, I think she did a beer |
I don’t want that ho, she from last year |
Gang, gang, gang, gang |
Gang, gang, gang, gang (I ain’t really with the shits, yeah bih) |
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang |
You know a nigga run that |
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang |
You know a nigga run that |
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang |
You know a nigga really |
Slime, slime, slime, slime, slime, slime |
You know a nigga really |
Ridin', ridin', ridin', ridin', ridin', ridin', ah |
Fuckboy get tucked in a muthafuckin' pamper |
Leave you shitted out, fuckboy, what’s the answer? |
Called them niggas but they ain’t answer |
Ballin' on niggas like I got bancer |
Ballin' on niggas like I got cancer |
Hoppin' on that dick, that lil' bitch, that name should be Prancer |
Hoppin' on that dick, that lil' bitch, that should be a dancer |
She don’t wanna be a stripper so I cannot tip her, uh (Tip her) |
Thick yellow bitch and she grabbin' on my zipper (On my zipper) |
Catch a pussy nigga, shoot 'em like I play for Clippers, uh (Clipper) |
Oops, I meant the Blippers, baby girl, you know I’m slimy (Slatt) |
Fuckin' on yo' thot, I’m like the Grinch, I’m super grimy (Slimy) |
Slimy, green, ooh yeah (Yeah) |
Think the bitch the Grinch, she keep eatin' on glass (Glass) |
Fuck yo' thot and I won’t go mad (Mad) |
You love that bitch so much, you even ate the ass (The ass) |
Hop in the coupe with my young slimes and then I spaz (Spaz) |
Fuck on yo' thot, I’m from muhfuckin' Trinidad ('Nidad) |
I’m just playin', you know a nigga from the G (The G) |
I got racks, you know them bitches all on me |
Am I cute? |
Am I cute? |
Yay or nay? |
(Yay or nay?) |
Eat that dick, drink it up, Gatorade (Gatorade) |
Yo' nigga hatin', think he need some Haterade (So hard) |
Fuckboy, I don’t play no ace of spades (Go hard) |
I keep my weapon deployed (Oh) |
They want the boy to be destroyed (Oh) |
Fuckin' on yo' thot, I’m like, «Ugh» (Ugh) |
On my heirs, she fuck on her, I’m a boss (Woah) |
I’m a rich street nigga, ya dig that? |
Pull up on yo' ass, you get yo' wig snatched |
Like three bitches in the line fighting for, uh |
Tracks (Slatt, slatt) |
Tracks (Gang, gang) |
Hoppin' out the coupe with the MAC (With the MAC) |
Tell a pussy nigga back, back (Back up, back up) |
Wait, tail a pussy nigga bike, bike (Bike, bike) |
Bih ride on the dick just like a bike (Like a bike, man) |
I am not no motherfuckin' dyke (Fuck you, pussy) |
Fuck that boy, I’ll shoot up, why? |
(Why, why) |
Huh, I would take yo' mothafuckin' life (Take your life) |
Shut the fuck up, you ain’t take nobody life (No cap) |
And you know a nigga got a couple stripes (Strapped, strapped, strapped) |
Pussy bitch, you know I like them egg whites (Energy) |
Big titties on the front of her chest (That back) |
Big titties, five bands I’ll invest (I'll invest) |
Fuckboy, put you in cardiac arrest (Arrest) |
Your heart broke, you can’t even say yes (Yes) |
Your heart broke, you can’t even say no (No) |
You make me Melly pose (Woah, oh, ohh) |