Get Back Gang Lyrics

Ayy, Chyna, that's a hundred points We love each other, my dawg, I don't even

expect We spend life back to back

Huh, we spend life back to back Gang, huh, we love each other, my dawg, I

don't even expect We spend life back to back

I done lit some shit up in my pad, no, I can't speak on that

Tryna go from rich to rash, like I'm on all that

And I'm on all that, niggas playin' all offense

Ayy, you gon' step on who? We gon' do what we gon' do

I might fuck my grandma too, and get rid of you

Just make a fuckin' move, know my niggas with it too

Gamma gang, I'm throwin' G's, tryna see what he gon' do

Like, if you move on, you get stepped on Talkin' bout a slide, and don't come back

until you catch somethin' Say, I'm gon' hit him up on my mama

I'm gon' wear something, the mama, we can do it

Yeah, the clips will show them more, but I just hope one day we catch one

Or be the day we straight up leave a nigga dead, huh

And I done seen them feds cry, I done popped a mag, nah

My niggas screamin' around, I didn't cut her, yeah, yeah

Get that feelin' when I tell you somethin

My niggas say they gon' slide on that gang, niggas too line

Niggas that ain't doin' shit but die

And niggas know you don't keep mine

And bitch, you better keep yours, cause I got mine

I'ma keep that strap on you, fuck, niggas ain't gon' do me nothin

Better watch your back, homie, and keep that strap on you

I'm down to throw that mask on you

Like way before the fuckin' run, the spotter hop, I pulled him on him

And I be that fuckin' hunnid

Love lil' bitch, I ain't hit my blunt, it's just a codeine

Love lil' bitch, I don't wanna fuck that pussy, smell like sardine

Niggas know how they know it all, twin, twin, know it all

And every shot that came from us, you niggas ain't doin' nothin

But it's alright, can't speak on that, I'm doin' niggas bad, yeah, I'm alright

Hit him up, might put one in his head, he won't die, alright

I'm out, I'm bunnin', thuggin', bitch, I'm duckin' from them cop lights

Bitch, this fuck, I'll get your mom, alright

Hit him up, we turn it up, time to ride, I don't feel no more

Make sure you feel it, lock your jaw tight

Momma pray I'm alright

I done seen some shit, I can't erase my visions, I don't cry

My visions, I don't cry

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Gang, huh, millions on my thug, I need respect

We spend like back to back, I done did some shit up in my past

No, I can't speak on that, tryna go from rich to rich

Like, I'm on all that, and I'm on all that

Niggas playin' all offense, I don't

Say you gon' step on who, we gon' do what we gon' do

I might fuck my grandma too

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

These macs gon' fuck a mo

And all my niggas with it too

Gamma gang, I'm throwin' G's

Tryna see what he gon' do

Like, if you move on, you get stepped on

Told you about the slide

And don't come back until you catch somethin

He say, I'm gon' hit him up

On my momma, I'm gon' wear somethin

Like, in the momma, we can do a hella clips to show them off

But I just hope one day we catch one