[Intro: Trippie Redd & Lil Durk]
N***a want smoke, lemme know somethin'
Lam' truck, Rolls truck, both of 'em
I don't think about death when I pour up
Hotbox in the trench doing donuts
Trap-a-Holics, bitch, like you ain't know? Real trap shit
Yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre
Woah
OTF, 1400, gang
Gang
Gang, gang

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fucking with us (Gang)
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fucking with us (Gang)
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fucking with us (Gang)
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fucking with us

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
On the block reppin' gang, gang, grew up real slimy
If you talk down on the gang, gang, we gon' do you grimy
On the block, I let my chain swing, fuck it, n***a, try me
'Cause we really, really, really in the field and shit
Murder, murder, do a hit, I do a drill and shit
Yeah, murder on my mind, I'm tryna kill some shit
If you ain't gang, gang, gang, hope you get killed, lil' bitch
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fucking with us (Gang)
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fucking with us (Gang)
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fucking with us (Gang)
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fucking with us (Gang)

[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
N***a want smoke, lemme know somethin'
Lam' truck, Rolls truck, both of 'em
I don't think about death when I pour up
Hotbox in the trench doing donuts
Gave a bitch Perc' 10, made her throw up
Everybody on dick when you blow up
Got thirty for a show, I ain't show up
I'm trying to be like Meech when I grow up
I got a switch on my Glock when I blow it
And I love my killers, they know it
You a bitch n***a, jump off the porch
Headshot when you walk out of court
I'm from the 'Raq where they murder for sports
Last opp got murdered, of course

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fucking with us (Gang)
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fucking with us (Gang)
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fucking with us (Gang)
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fucking with us (Gang)
[Verse 3: G Herbo]
Real gang members, type of n***as say my name, hit you (Bow)
Let that flame get you, two n***as end up same picture, uh
Told myself I ain't havin' no paper 'til I could change Richards
Fuck is you lane switching? Go ahead set your pace and finish
All these chains glisten
Hand them out to my main n***as (Gang)
Quick to change n***as
Opps and I ain't the same n***as (Course not)
Click-clack, bang (Bang)
You know I ain't learned that at no range, n***a (Course not)
Shoot at my veins, pussy, can't hang if you ain't gang, n***a

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fucking with us (Gang)
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fucking with us (Gang)
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fucking with us (Gang)
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fucking with us (Gang)