[Intro: BandGang Paid Will]
This for all my n***as gone
This for all my n***as in the cell
Hold y'all head, ayy
Gon' keep this shit goin' n***a (fuck whoever snitchin')
Shit ain't gon' never stop n***a (fuck all the opps)
Y'all know how we comin' n***a
The family, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: BandGang Paid Will]
Came from nothing n***a
Real shit, I really had to struggle n***as (them facts)
Whole team gone so it's really down to a couple n***as (them facts)
Brodie took the time, ain't say a word, that's why I love you n***a (love you bro)
We was down bad, we'll take somethin' like fuck a n***a (fuck him)
Shit got real, feds sent pressure, got the whole fam locked (free gang)
Brodie ain't learn, he still keep a gun, he just like Hancock (damn)
Mozzy where you at? I'm headed your way, hoppin' on the red eye (here I come)
Long way from home, still got a real killer on standby
That money ain't changed shit
Only brung the people on us (man)
Ain't no easy lick, you better let him know
We keep them pistols on us (we keep them bitches)
Don't worry n***a, we gon' wake 'em up
For them bitches sleepin' on us (huh?)
RIP Dots, keep watchin' over
Gang gang, bitch free the soldiers, n***a
[Chorus: BandGang Paid Will]
This for my n***as dead and gone
This for my n***as that's all locked
This for my n***as sendin' them thangs
This for my n***as sittin' in them spots
Feds put on that pressure, bitches tried to take us out
Had to make it through that storm, I had to switch all my routes
This for my n***as dead and gone
This for my n***as that's all locked
This for my n***as sendin' them thangs
This for my n***as sittin' in them spots
Feds put on that pressure, bitches tried to take us out
Had to make it through that storm, I had to switch all my routes

[Verse 2: Mozzy]
We into poppin' n***as even though that shit come with consequences
Ain't try the gang life, I told lil brother stay optimistic
You gotta fall back when you be doin' hits, you can't talk to n***as
He need a JPay for that flip phone so he can call the killers
I fuck with Lil Dallas 'cause he want for nothin'
Yeah he end up ballin' zilla
The army keep callin' and callin'
I told him I got him tomorrow n***a
Go vow for your people and treat 'em all equal
If they real ball them n***as
Shout out to shooters, they shoot up your Uber
If you in the car with n***as
Shout out my granny, she posted my bond
When they tried to charge a n***a
I know I'm a target, stash for the carbon
We gotta move smarter n***a
For the love of the gang, don't mention the name
And that's on my daughter n***a
For the love of the gang, don't mention the name
And that's on my daughter n***a
[Chorus: BandGang Paid Will]
This for my n***as dead and gone
This for my n***as that's all locked
This for my n***as sendin' them thangs
This for my n***as sittin' in them spots
Feds put on that pressure, bitches tried to take us out
Had to make it through that storm, I had to switch all my routes
This for my n***as dead and gone
This for my n***as that's all locked
This for my n***as sendin' them thangs
This for my n***as sittin' in them spots
Feds put on that pressure, bitches tried to take us out
Had to make it through that storm, I had to switch all my routes

[Verse 3: BandGang Lonnie Bands]
Made it through that storm n***a, all I seen was a drought
Man that bitch seen me on the 'Gram, now my dick all in her mouth
Got my bitch snortin' that Rick James, slumpin' all on my couch
Got them bows for the LeBron James, twenty-three, they en route
Two of my n***as turned fed
Can't wait to hear they dead, hey, hey
One of my n***as burned bread
Hit him everywhere but his head, hey, hey
Them boys I'm with don't rat
Them boys I'm with, they shred
Hey them boys I'm with don't care
Fuck around and rob your kids
Hey I got this lil black steel
For n***as they thinkin' they big, hey
How you rollin' with a snitch
N***a and you know he a pig?
Hey don't lie to me say that's cookies
N***a you know that's mid
Hey bitch don't ask what's in my cup
Bitch you know that's red, hey
[Verse 4: BandGang Masoe]
Bitch we made it through it
And if there's any problems we bring capers to it
Sweet money fluid, we was movin' foolish, Glocks, fuck a coolant
Man my mama praid for me daily
I'm good mom, pray for them babies
Shooters goin' brazy, watch the news daily
Make sure they gravy, know the opps hate me, huh
I ain't never told on shit, doesn't make sense, why would I snitch?
They can come with A, yeah they gonna come with
We gon' kill anybody, you can go get it
Tip to the death, n***a how could I switch?
Dog was our dog 'til he told, now he bitch
Rollie on wrist, wet your whole fit
The biddy never sold, real gang gang bitch
Lost twenty n***as to the chain gang quick
Zone on his way, he'll bang that bitch
[?] too, tuck your chain in bitch
Silly n***a Christmas, got green like the Grinch
Can't go broke 'cause the fiends need fix
Had good aim without the beam on the fifth
Rich or poor I'ma still squeeze it out the bitch
If I wasn't rappin' I'd still be hittin' licks, bitch

[Chorus: BandGang Paid Will]
This for my n***as dead and gone
This for my n***as that's all locked
This for my n***as sendin' them thangs
This for my n***as sittin' in them spots
Feds put on that pressure, bitches tried to take us out
Had to make it through that storm, I had to switch all my routes
This for my n***as dead and gone
This for my n***as that's all locked
This for my n***as sendin' them thangs
This for my n***as sittin' in them spots
Feds put on that pressure, bitches tried to take us out
Had to make it through that storm, I had to switch all my routes