Yeah— (YEAH!) Ay— ay— ay— (AY! AY!) Turn it up! (TURN ME UP!) (What?) (HUH?) GANG GANG! (GANG! GANG!) [chorus] I dont gang bang but you dont wanna bang with this gang not for the passive or the tame fuck with us and find out why you lame lame [verse1] out here tryin to focus while you out here tryin to smoke ish cross me and i might smoke a bish pray to your god catholic while your waiting for an answer i respond bitch two times bitch cause i gotta double tap running things in my world that flat go against me and end up yak yak yak'd on your face (flat) hows that taste a curb sandwich dont get in the way while im doing my flips i need a 100 times x thats my brain muscle flex picking out which ones are next either get with the program or step got enough hustle (Bet) test me and find out why im a vet (salute) [chorus] I dont gang bang but you dont wanna bang with this gang not for the passive or the tame fuck with us and find out why you lame lame [verse2] all you mother fuckas saying the same shit at the same time all you shit be the same shit allowing me to run game on a bish rub my lamp till something pops out hoping for a wish then i pop out and i dont miss complex hitter that will dish you something proper perhaps drowned you underwater if you lucky your life might better but only if you learn your lesson stressed out from trying to catch em heniz 57 catchup throw my pokaball and catch em then your eyes get misty im like brak get in there cause im about to train yuh flexing battle of the brain yuh you fucking with a champion yuh destine to lose yuh im gonna win yuh [chorus] I dont gang bang but you dont wanna bang with this gang not for the passive or the tame fuck with us and find out why you lame lame Yeah— (YEAH!) Ay— ay— ay— (AY! AY!) Turn it up! (TURN ME UP!) (What?) (HUH?) GANG GANG! (GANG! GANG!) [verse3] third verse whats worse a body or ego that hurts tripping on who gets who first i just stay focused and kill them with the verse beat them so bad it feels like a curse leave them stuck while i take the purse but i aint no bish but i stack the money high like this flexing hard with a diss capping hard with your lyrics thinking im gonna fear it leaving you half way cooked (seer em) burnt on the outside soft and pink on the inside from you trying to play both sides if you need some game come along for the ride pay attention while i slide pull up pull out silent no shout i do things on a different route you just a boy scout better not doubt or fuck around and find out last round final bout my town my shit prime time good grip trigger finger known to slip but never gonna miss if i shoot i hit Yeah— (YEAH!) Ay— ay— ay— (AY! AY!) Turn it up! (TURN ME UP!) (What?) (HUH?) GANG GANG! (GANG! GANG!)
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