Gang Gang

Album: Jackboys (2019)
Charted: 52 48
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  • What the fuck is we doin'
    Yeah
    Yeah
    ha, yeah, yeah

    Gang, back in the stu' (gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang, gang)
    Uh, yeah, gang back in the stu' (gang)
    Young nigga win, win, win, win (bitch), how can I lose? (Ha, bitch)
    Uh, how can I lose? (Ha, bitch), uh, how can I lose? (Yeah)
    I ain't with the gang, gang, gang, gang (bitch), finna gon' shoot (squa)
    Me and Trav' in the coupe (scoo'), paparazzi research the route (yeah, uh)
    Uh, yeah, see your bitch gettin' loose, huh
    I'm in LA with the views, huh (yeah), I'm in LA with your boo (yeah)

    (It's lit)
    We on the quest with the tribe (I bought it)
    It's way too late, pick a side (go, yeah)
    Jack make them boys come alive (then what?)
    Better not fuck up the vibe (it's Travis)
    Runnin' this shit with a stride
    You know my gang with the flies

    I'm with the gang, gang, gang, gang, boys hoppin' out of coupes (gang)
    I'm switching' lanes tryna maintain, duckin' boys in the blue (zoom)
    I see you holdin' all of my chains, I need 'em all on the loose (ching, ching)
    When I'm ridin' off I'm outside, best believe I got the scoop, scoop
    I could make a hundred right now, give it all to the troops
    Whole squad got the juice (yeah), see the stain like the flu (yeah)
    Whole spot goin' up, Jack Boys on the loose (yeah, yeah, bitch)

    In the H, rippin' Screw (Screw)
    Flamin' Harlem with the goons (it's lit, yeah)
    We was wilin', skippin' school (wilin')
    Now we can go make the (ching, ching)
    Now we can go make the millions
    Tryna down my crew (I'm tilt)
    Cactus Jack on my shoe, it is
    I came from the mud straight to the top (yeah)
    Shooters outside double parked
    I'm from New York, she like how I talk
    She need a ass, it's bought
    Kid in my chambers, we went wild
    Sure, that bitch, crazy, gave more mouth
    Sorry young Jacques, nose goin' down
    Smokin' that Jack, get it by the pound (straight up)
    Don't need the pussy, I'm in and I'm out (I'm out)
    Sittin' here smokin' that loud
    Hit my hoes when I'm in town (yeah)
    They know who got the scouts (zoom)

    I'm with the gang, gang, gang, gang, boys hoppin' out of coupes (gang)
    I'm switching' lanes tryna maintain, duckin' boys in the blue (bitch)
    I see you holdin' all of my chains (yeah), I need 'em all on the loose (ching, ching)
    When I'm ridin' off I'm outside, best believe I got the scoop
    I could make a hundred right now, give it all to the troops
    Whole squad got the juice, see the stain like the flu
    Whole spot goin' up, Jack Boys on the loose (yeah)

    Look
    I'm from the North where they robbin' and killin' (woo, woo)
    Young nigga rich but I'm still from the trenches (woo)
    Luxury Tax, my water by G
    P-I-R-U, bitch, I bang what I bleed (ooh)
    I'm passin' up pills, I'ma geek at the 'Ville (yeah)
    One shot to the head and make sure it don't miss (ooh)
    I fuck on the bitch I been stalkin' on 5th (yeah)
    Start pourin' it back, they say it don't exist, at all
    Fifth got some rounds (at the crib)
    Like, "I wanna fuck right now"
    Keep hunnids on hunnids for real
    Bitch, I'm goin' up right now
    Bitch, roll up some weed, you know gang in the stu'
    Bottles on bottles, 1942
    Models on models, this shit nothin' new
    You might catch some shots takin' shots at the crew
    I like my hoes by the two
    Blew eight hundred K on a coupe (uh-huh, racks)
    We fucked, there wasn't none else to do (ooh)
    You play with La Flame, I'ma shoot (racks)
    This a hundred round drum, I got mob ties
    This a double M truck, ain't no broke vibes
    Now we only take jets for the hard times
    Know I call up them killers, they gon' slide
    Bitch, I'm with the gang

    I'm with the gang, gang, gang, gang, boys hoppin' out of coupes (gang)
    I'm switching' lanes tryna maintain, duckin' boys in the blue (bitch)
    I see you holdin' all of my chains, I need 'em all on the loose (ching, ching)
    When I'm ridin' off I'm outside, best believe I got the scoop (outside)
    I could make a hundred right now, give it all to the troops
    Whole squad got the juice (ooh), see the stain like the flu, ooh
    Whole spot goin' up (up), Jack Boys on the loose (yeah) Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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