Gang Gang - Calboy

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

(Hurt, what it do?)

(What up, Foster?)

Ayy

I like icy mud, she like pure codeine, yeah, yeah

I got plenty bitches, lists from A to Z, yeah, yeah

He faking his whole life, it’s make-believe, yeah, yeah

Blood stains stuck to me like Maybelline (Gang, gang)

Bitch, I live that same way you talk 'bout

Mayday, pull up on them, spray-spray when the opps out

Bang-bang, shawty caught him lacking, knocked his locks out

Hey-hey, who them looking for me?

I done popped out

I just rolled a woodie and it’s fully of pluto

Fuck around with these bitches, got me feeling like Pluto, ayy

Shawty wanna kick it but I don’t know Judo, yeah

Bitch, I’m lit and rich, oh yes, that’s all that you know

Took a risk, I used my wrist, I put my fist in the bowl

Hold on, wait, this money calling, put that bitch on a hold

Every day I wake up, gotta get this paper

I got my cake up, that’s probably why they hate you

I like icy mud, she like pure codeine, yeah, yeah

I got plenty bitches, lists from A to Z, yeah, yeah

He faking his whole life, it’s make-believe, yeah, yeah

Blood stains stuck to me like Maybelline (Gang, gang)

Bitch, I live that same way you talk 'bout

Mayday, pull up on them, spray-spray when the opps out

Bang-bang, shawty caught him lacking, knocked his locks out

Hey-hey, who them looking for me?

I done popped out

I been in this shit, bitch, I been a member, I could put that shit on my mama

In the traphouse on the daily, baby, I’m forever chasing out the commas

Lately, I been on some gang shit, get your brains hit, shawty, we forever with

the drama

He gon' fuck around and a lose a hand if he ever play with my money, yeah

Baby, I’m back on some boss shit

Ain’t having no bands, I don’t hear what you saying, them niggas be talking

My shawty ain’t playing, you might end up dead, put him in a coffin

I got shit in my head, they don’t understand, don’t know what it costed

Ayy (Hey)

I like icy mud, she like pure codeine, yeah, yeah

I got plenty bitches, lists from A to Z, yeah, yeah

He faking his whole life, it’s make-believe, yeah, yeah

Blood stains stuck to me like Maybelline (Gang, gang)

Bitch, I live that same way you talk 'bout

Mayday, pull up on them, spray-spray when the opps out

Bang-bang, shawty caught him lacking, knocked his locks out

Hey-hey, who them looking for me?

I done popped out