Gang Gang Gang ft. Juicebox Lyrics

How you gon' catch up, we been way too far ahead, we next up

I don't want that pussy, told that bitch to give her neck up

Fuckin' on that bitch, I keep my pistol on the dresser

Hella kickback, that shit done came with a compressor

Me and all my brothers, we been on that murder shit

Shout out Juh2Sheisty, I could never wife no bitch

Dissin' online, price on his head, so he get hit

She been givin' slop, so how you sayin' that's your bitch, huh

Bitch, I robbed your boyfriend half a piece, so why you fuckin' him

You don't got no motion, pillow talkin', I don't fuck with them

Steppin' for my brothers, ride or die, I put my trust in them

Hollows hit his body, fucked him up, and now they stuck to him

Add a switch bitch this a diss, reload and hit him quick

Lil' Jay finna send a blitz, I told her take a pic

Yellow diamonds look like piss, now look what's on my wrist

Shoot my shot boy I don't miss

Told the gang we gon' be rich

Thuggin' with my niggas, verified, I swear we all official

Makin plays, on and off the field, so fuck the whistle

Bullets big as hell, rippin' shit just like a fuckin' missile

Fuck that bitch, fuck my teacher, I don't need dismissal

Yeah, I been on the block with gang, gang, gang

Me and all my brothers, we be on the same thing

Yeah, we on the block with gang, gang, gang

Whippin' out the Glock, that bitch gon' make him sing

Yeah, we gon' make him sing

Yeah, we gon' make him sing

Yeah, we gon' make him sing

Reload the clip, hit his shit, we gon' make him sing