Gang – YNW Melly

I know
Tell me now, no, oh-oh
Lemme’ get on my Michael Jackson shit really, eh
I’m hot as fuck in this jacket (whoa, oh, oh)
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 hoe, 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 they motherfuckin’ pamper
Leave you shitted out, fuckboy what’s the answer
Couple dumb niggas but they ain’t answer
Ballin’ on niggas like I got bouncer
Ballin’ on niggas like I got cancer
Hoppin’ on that dick, that lil’ bitch there named should be Prancer
Hoppin’ on that dick, that lil’ bitch there 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 slimey (slatt)
Fuckin’ on yo thot, I’m like the Grinch I’m super grimy (slimey)
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 motherfuckin’ 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
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
Fuckin’ on yo thot, I’m like “ugh” (whoa)
I might air her, she fuckin’ on all my boys
I’m a rich street nigga, ya dig that
Pull up on yo ass, you get yo wig snatched
Like 3 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, back)
Wait, tell a pussy nigga bike, bike (bike, bike)
Bitch ride on the dick just like a bike (like a bike, man)
I am not no motherfuckin’ dyke (fuck you pussy)
Fuck it boy I’ll shoot up, why? (why, why)
Huh, I would take yo motherfuckin’ life (take your life)
Shut the fuck up, you ain’t take nobody life (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, 5 bands I’ll invest (I’ll invest)
Fuckboy, put you in cardiac arrest (arrest)
You’re heart-broke, you can’t even say yes (yes)
You’re heart-broke, you can’t even say no (no)
You make me Melly pose (whoa, oh, oh)