Lyrics Gang - YNW Melly

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)