Intro Lyrics

Gang, gang, gang

Gang, gang

Yeah, yeah

Gang, gang

Yeah, yeah

Gang

Gang, gang

Cheki

What's the rada

Last time I checked, I was earning a dollar

Now I get hunnids, it make me go harder

Exodus season, napelekwa Canaan

Shawtie she givin' me sloppy top

I got more strings than a fuckin mop

Getting this bag till the tippy top

Niggas is jealous, cause I'm getting all the guap

Freebandz, no Future

If its a bitch then I'm baggin' a cougar

Get her wetter than a sewer

Chain do be drippy, I feel like a cooler

Don't cap, say the truth bruv

That shit is fake, you bought it in Mtumba

Kama ni shada we gettin' the good one

This ain't no Sila pack, boyz alishtuka

Big bag, i'm a chaser

Jesus is Lord, and truly is my Saviour

Pray every day, that I change my behaviors

They think I'm bad but it's just how I'm raised up

Cartier glasses, I'm in the club

Weed do be foreign, I need a Dub

Niko mechi, I don't need a sub

Sippin' on lean and its full in the double cup

Don't come up my face talkin' too much

Your breathe is too bad, need a toothbrush

If you talkin' gang, then we do much

Yeah my niggas could get you just for two bucks

New Era, yeah I'm runnin' it

No Cap, yeah I'm gettin' it

Get the guap, Ándale Ándale

I'm next on the list you can check up the resume

Nairobi, I'm runnin' the city

Kaa ni kazi, then I'm always busy

I really found hope in the shada

Ile ii hufanya macho kunyanya

Stress zero, but the money tripple

Opps really gotta punguza lingal

Big bag off a fuckin' single

I gotta brag it's in my position

We do it cause it's gang ties

Yall copy but you really lying

Fake niggas on the radar

Wangu huwanga mawaider

Mabazenga na pia Maguzzler

City on my back, yeah it might hurt

All cash, spend it but invest some

Shawtie don't stop, I'm about to cum

Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow

Pull out the Glock

I'm going straight to the top

And no I can't stop

I'm blowing her back, give her all of the shots

The volume is up, yeah I'm turning the nob

The cops is outside, homie go twist the lock

Get out the through the back 'Fore their pistols go pop

Yeah

'Fore they catch you on scene

The bitch bad in Celine

The sprite dirty it's the lean

I got demons that I gotta handle, I ain't talkin bout fiends

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Tell 'em please

Please, please, please, please

Gimme my money, my cheese

Me and the homies we all tryna Feast

Ten K what I make, least

I don't do Xans, I pop percies

Whip in the beamer, it's no keys

Yeah, yeah it's no keys

Yeah, yeah it's no keys

She want it raw I 'on't want kids

Ballin' we go as a whole team

She want a kiss, she a hoe, please

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