Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Gang, yeah, yeah, huh
50 gang, nigga, uh, uh, uh Gang, uh, uh
I was fifteen with an .nine Probably Shot a hundred rounds tryna leave Me sum
On that block all day tryna catch me One
Twelve get behind this car bitch, You know that I'm gone run
In the Stu right now, with my gun Free the gang out the box,they ain't Give him no bell
I'm in traffic right now so you know I got my scale
Bad bitch got a good brain, she went to Yale, uh
I'm like, bae, I'm tryna see If I'm F*cked up, would you do the same For me
Would you blow your fire, get on The stand, and lie for me
And long live the guyz, I swear to God that she hurt me deep
Yeah, I'm a shooting star, bitch, I Got a gen five
Nigga run up on me tweakin, he Gone' run into a nine
Put the pole to his face, made that Nigga feel the fire
Just keep it real with a nigga, you Ain't even gotta lie
Why these niggas hatin' on me, I Don't even know
These niggas broke tryna beef, Swear this shit, not a joke
I put on for the gang, I gave all my dawgs hope
Catch a opp out of bounds, bitch, You know I up the score
You not 50, you not gang, slime, You not my woe
Had to fix me a nigga, hit him with The tool
Channel five Me nigga, put him on the News
Swear to God up in school, I was Trappin' like a fool
Hit the cut me and Dios, bitch, we Was skipping school
Nigga run up on me, tweakin, we Gone' turn his ass a food
I put my all on this music, ain't got Shit to lose
Was sixteen with a dub, bitch, I been on that move
Niggas want to be a 50, but they Can't get approved
Can't come around that gang, you Ain't caught, you a few
Always been number one, bitch, I never been the two
Ran off on the plug, Lil heart a Shiesty dude
I was fifteen with a nine
Probably shot 100 rounds, trying To Leave me sum
On that block all day, tryna catch Me one
12' get behind this car, bitch, you Know that I'mma Run
In the Stu right now, with my gun Free the gang out the box,they ain't Give him no bell
I'm in traffic right now so you know I got my scale
Bad bitch got a good brain, she went to Yale
I'm a shooting star, bitch, I Got a gen five
Nigga run up on me tweakin, he Gone' run into a nine
Put the pole to his face, made that Nigga feel the fire
Just keep it real with a nigga, you Ain't even gotta lie
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Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Gang, yeah, yeah, huh
50 gang, nigga, uh, uh, uh Gang, uh, uh
I was fifteen with an .nine Probably Shot a hundred rounds tryna leave Me sum
On that block all day tryna catch me One
Twelve get behind this car bitch, You know that I'm gone run
In the Stu right now, with my gun Free the gang out the box,they ain't Give him no bell
I'm in traffic right now so you know I got my scale
Bad bitch got a good brain, she went to Yale, uh
I'm like, bae, I'm tryna see If I'm F*cked up, would you do the same For me
Would you blow your fire, get on The stand, and lie for me
And long live the guyz, I swear to God that she hurt me deep
Yeah, I'm a shooting star, bitch, I Got a gen five
Nigga run up on me tweakin, he Gone' run into a nine
Put the pole to his face, made that Nigga feel the fire
Just keep it real with a nigga, you Ain't even gotta lie
Why these niggas hatin' on me, I Don't even know
These niggas broke tryna beef, Swear this shit, not a joke
I put on for the gang, I gave all my dawgs hope
Catch a opp out of bounds, bitch, You know I up the score
You not 50, you not gang, slime, You not my woe
Had to fix me a nigga, hit him with The tool
Channel five Me nigga, put him on the News
Swear to God up in school, I was Trappin' like a fool
Hit the cut me and Dios, bitch, we Was skipping school
Nigga run up on me, tweakin, we Gone' turn his ass a food
I put my all on this music, ain't got Shit to lose
Was sixteen with a dub, bitch, I been on that move
Niggas want to be a 50, but they Can't get approved
Can't come around that gang, you Ain't caught, you a few
Always been number one, bitch, I never been the two
Ran off on the plug, Lil heart a Shiesty dude
I was fifteen with a nine
Probably shot 100 rounds, trying To Leave me sum
On that block all day, tryna catch Me one
12' get behind this car, bitch, you Know that I'mma Run
In the Stu right now, with my gun Free the gang out the box,they ain't Give him no bell
I'm in traffic right now so you know I got my scale
Bad bitch got a good brain, she went to Yale
I'm a shooting star, bitch, I Got a gen five
Nigga run up on me tweakin, he Gone' run into a nine
Put the pole to his face, made that Nigga feel the fire
Just keep it real with a nigga, you Ain't even gotta lie
50 gang, nigga, uh, uh, uh Gang, uh, uh
I was fifteen with an .nine Probably Shot a hundred rounds tryna leave Me sum
On that block all day tryna catch me One
Twelve get behind this car bitch, You know that I'm gone run
In the Stu right now, with my gun Free the gang out the box,they ain't Give him no bell
I'm in traffic right now so you know I got my scale
Bad bitch got a good brain, she went to Yale, uh
I'm like, bae, I'm tryna see If I'm F*cked up, would you do the same For me
Would you blow your fire, get on The stand, and lie for me
And long live the guyz, I swear to God that she hurt me deep
Yeah, I'm a shooting star, bitch, I Got a gen five
Nigga run up on me tweakin, he Gone' run into a nine
Put the pole to his face, made that Nigga feel the fire
Just keep it real with a nigga, you Ain't even gotta lie
Why these niggas hatin' on me, I Don't even know
These niggas broke tryna beef, Swear this shit, not a joke
I put on for the gang, I gave all my dawgs hope
Catch a opp out of bounds, bitch, You know I up the score
You not 50, you not gang, slime, You not my woe
Had to fix me a nigga, hit him with The tool
Channel five Me nigga, put him on the News
Swear to God up in school, I was Trappin' like a fool
Hit the cut me and Dios, bitch, we Was skipping school
Nigga run up on me, tweakin, we Gone' turn his ass a food
I put my all on this music, ain't got Shit to lose
Was sixteen with a dub, bitch, I been on that move
Niggas want to be a 50, but they Can't get approved
Can't come around that gang, you Ain't caught, you a few
Always been number one, bitch, I never been the two
Ran off on the plug, Lil heart a Shiesty dude
I was fifteen with a nine
Probably shot 100 rounds, trying To Leave me sum
On that block all day, tryna catch Me one
12' get behind this car, bitch, you Know that I'mma Run
In the Stu right now, with my gun Free the gang out the box,they ain't Give him no bell
I'm in traffic right now so you know I got my scale
Bad bitch got a good brain, she went to Yale
I'm a shooting star, bitch, I Got a gen five
Nigga run up on me tweakin, he Gone' run into a nine
Put the pole to his face, made that Nigga feel the fire
Just keep it real with a nigga, you Ain't even gotta lie
Writer: Jabari Amerson
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid