Yeah, yeah, you niggas know
it's the gang that kill yourself, right?
Yeah, yo
Red hat, black chucks,
black 501's on
That's your baby mama,
but her number's in my iPhone
Yeah, I got a girl,
but I swear I need a newer bitch
Lad der out the house and I'll
be leavin' here with your bitch
I'm flyin' in a different city every night
Got everything I ever
wanted so this can't
be life
Breakin' down the weed,
about to make a plane
A hundred niggas with me, all reppin'
Taylor
Gang
Yeah, bitch, okay,
yeah, yeah
Lotta niggas fake, but me,
I give these hoes
Feed her alcohol and leave
that bitch with no taste
Out of this world,
need my own space
Backseat and
I'ma ride until the chrome break
Big heat'll turn your body
to a cold case
She don't even make it rain,
she just throw me face
Got some niggas quick to
bang like they major pain
Told lil' mama I rep the gang,
she just say the same
If you see him, point him out
If you see him, point him out
There's a bad bitch in here
An d you see her, point her out
There's a bad bitch in here
And you see her,
point her out
You show up to concerts looking like a fan
I pull up in car service looking like the
man
Hella reefer smoke,
a lot of pictures being
taken
My bitch from
Atlanta, my weed is
Jamaican
I don't talk much,
too many niggas hatin'
Bout a boutique,
that's my type of conversation
I dropped a lil' change
on these hater frames
Took her car keys,
an d let her play the wang
Mm -hmm, you lil' bitch
Now go and pick that money up
Not cause I said so,
but cause you want to, nah