[Intro: YBN Nahmir]
Ha
Gang (Gang, gang, gang, gang)
Ayy
Man what the fuck? N***as already know what the fuck goin' on, man. I ain't with none of that internet talking, man
N***as know where the fuck I stay at
If it was up with n***as, n***as would've been blew that bitch down
N***as is pussy, on my momma n***a
(Ayy)
Be for real, leave the internet gangster

[Verse 1: YBN Nahmir]
When I seen him up in traffic, caught him and he ran (Bitch)
N***as really don't want smoke, they talking for the 'Gram (Brrra)
Tryna get they clout up, they mention me like fans (Gang)
'Til we hop out with them blowers, blow 'em like a fan (Baow, baow, baow)
N***as talk that hot shit when I'm out of town (When I'm out of town)
But when I touch back down, none these n***as 'round (Gang, gang)
I be talking cash shit, I got a bag now (Bitch)
But if a n***a think I'm pussy, I'ma lay 'em down (Brrra)
I'm in LA fucking all these hoes, I'm dizzy (I'm dizzy)
I'm up now, they doin' what I say like a sensei (Like a)
My shit hit like a n***a hit a checkmate (Ha)
And bitches know me, I'm still bouncing out with them Big K's (Brrra-bah-bah-bah)
When I'm in town, I'm on the East, and I ain't ducking shit (Ducking shit)
N***as talking, we the ones that be sparking sticks (Bitch)
N***as make that lil' diss but ain't sparking shit (Gang, gang)
Boy you pussy, yeah we know you stay in Hoover, bitch (Brrra, brrra)
Brodie told 'em drop a pin, where them n***as stay? (N***as stay)
I'm on the train with number 5, he hit you in the face (You n***as, ha)
Fake beefin', well you need to put that mop up (Put that mop up)
Boy them shooters come around and really mop ya (Grrra, grrra, grrra)
N***a on yo' dead homie, I ain't ran from shit (Ran from shit)
If a n***a say I did, he a lyin' bitch (Bitch)
Beat them bitches up, you n***as wasn't stopping shit (Stupid bitch)
If I was there, I would've let off that whole clip (Brrra-bah-bah-bah)
Wave hoppin', well, y'all need to ride another wave ('Nother wave)
And y'all was all on my dick with "Rubbin' off the Paint" (N***a sick)
That shit dropped and a n***a hit a hundred K (Bitch)
That's why they mad, 'cause they wanna be up in my place (In my place, n***a)
But no you can't, and I'm the one that's fucking bitches now (Fucking bitches now)
All that recordin', yeah, you n***as steady snitchin' now (You n***as gay)
Keep on talking with that .40, I bet he finna drown (Brrra)
Benz was talking until they popped his ass in In-N-Out (Brrra-bah-bah-bah)
I say I'm good in the 'Ham, let a n***a play (Let him play)
So you can catch me over Huffman, over Twin Gates (Huh)
It's RIP Cam and for Quay I count big face (Out my face)
These n***as still talking with no bullets in them AK's (Gang, gang, gang)
N***as talking 'til they see that black Nissan (Bitch)
I ain't never seen these bitches or these peons (Hell nah)
I broke that lil' bitch hard, I can't keep mines (Stupid bitch)
I can't go to Florida, sike, n***a I'll be fine (Gang, gang, gang)
I'm goin' to Houston, know a n***a got the mob ties (Bitch)
These n***as really only hard on IG Live (Huh)
I'm locked in, in this hell, if you touch me, n***a (If you touch me n***a)
These n***as only act hard when they n***as wit' 'em (These n***as weird)
Shoutout Day Day, shoutout Bam, them my n***as, n***a (Them my n***as)
Any n***a touch Jay, I'm really tripping n***a (Brrra)
Touch Glizzy lil' bitch, then I'm on yo' ass (Off rip)
And off rip, I leave you in that body bag
[Verse 2: G Herbo]
You think just 'cause we up them M's we ain't shootin' n***as (What)
Okay we on that, when we see him then, stupid n***a (Stupid ass n***a)
All my n***as earned them stripes, now we too official (For real)
That's yo' homie, he gon' die too, what he doin' with you?
Smokin' dody, thinkin' 'bout my brodie, n***a know I miss him
Blow for brodie, you get smoked for Kobe, yeah, who want a issue?
Used to wake up early mornings and we on a mission (On a mission)
Sittin' in yo' whip, hollow go right through and hit him (Baow)
Lil' bro do a hit him (Hit him), you must think we kiddin' (Kiddin')
Homie ain't no killer (Huh), that shit don't even fit him
And I'm rockin' fitted, Mike Amiri denim (Mike Amiri denim)
This bitch stuffed up in 'em, buy down independent (Buy down independent)
Bitch I'm comin' wit' it, buy down independent (Ayy, ayy)
Two-hundred, all twenties (Twenties), three-hundred, all fifties (All fifties)
I got a safe house (Safe house), hundreds all in it (All in it)
And I got a playhouse (Playhouse), pull up all bitches (All bitches)
We the ones yelled that gang shit, now y'all all wit' it (All wit' it)
You wasn't the only one on that bang shit, n***a, we all did it
Ain't gon' know it, when we tell him change you, we got a language (We got a language)
Take No Limit out your name, bitch, you gotta change it (You gotta change it)
Think you recognize the game, bitch I'm finna strange it (Finna strange it)
Wear that hat wrong on the nine, pussy rearrange it (Rearrange it)
So much power in that .45, I just call it Range Rover
Need a hour or like forty-five, changin', nothin' major, n***a (Need a hour)
[Verse 3: DaBoii]
Now gon' and tell me somethin'
When you hear them engines down the street, bitch you can tell we comin'
When I'm in that pussy, say she feel it in her bellybutton
By the way that we approach the scene, bitch, you can tell we clutchin'
You, wouldn't, know the half my dawg
I keep poppin' Perkys back to back, these ain't no Adderalls
Yeah I heard yo' favorite rapper tank, that shit ain't slap at all
Free the new ones outside, I'm comin' back for y'all
I bet all that money in your shoebox, you can't fuck with me
Talkin' to myself like you my n***a, I keep me company
I ain't even been in the club for not a minute, bitches humpin' me
Oh you claim you you down to ride, bitch hold this gun for me
I ain't never runnin' from no smoke, bitch I be out too much
If my n***a name on black and white, then I can't back him up
I done gave them boys enough of time, they wasn't fast enough
Bitch come over here and make it bounce, I like that ratchet stuff
Bitch come over here and make it shake, I like that ratchet shit
If we catch them n***as up in traffic, let them ratchets spit
Pussy boy thought he was first in line, you in the back of it
It be the n***as talkin' 'bout they up, don't got a rack to spend
Woke up mad as fuck, just popped a pill, I think I'm happy now
Talkin' 'bout that shit up on the floor, then bring the rackets out
'Member I was broke as every joke, ain't no more laughin' now
Ganglato in the blunt, shit hittin' harder, this shit Pacquiao
Postin' politics up on the 'net, how is you n***as street?
Every other day I question God, like why my n***a leave?
A n***a touch my chain, it's goin' down just like a Nitti beat
Why you wastin' mud up on the floor? That's for my n***a Sheed
Smokin' gas and pourin' out Hennessy, that's for my n***a too
Valet n***a tried to park the whip, I told that n***a "Move"
Ridin' wit' the chopper in the front, this bitch as big as you
And all the real n***as ain't dead, bitch I'm the livin' proof, b—