When we pull up on da block
We got hella bands
Me and the homies coming thru
Yeah, we comin in
We bring da money and da bitches
They bringin friends
I'm da one mothaf*cka
Ain't gotta twin
Ain't settlin for basic shit
I got hella goals
Can't stop me now
Yeah, mothaf*cka I'm on a roll
So much money in my pocket
Wallet can't fold
Imma king, yeah, sittin on my throne
Opps try to take me out
But I ain't havin that
Before I dip out the crib
I ran and grabbed the strap
Pussy boy talking shit
He ain't gettin back
That's why I shot his ass in da f*ckin back
On da gang
(We slidin)
On da gang
(We poppin)
On da gang
(We rockin)
On da gang
(We ridin)
Provide for da gang
That's just f*ckin facts
I don't carry wallets homie
I carry money bags
I come in wearing riches by wearing rags
Grindin all my life
Yeah, gettin that cash
Ridin in a foreign
That's a whole new level
Skirtin thru da city
Yeah, put da petal to da metal
I don't wear fake shit
Yeah, it's just precious metal
Drivin crazy, yeah
Call me da real Dom Toretto
Why da hood gotta hate on me
Cuz imma white boy
Think this gun I carry is nothing but a cap toy
You ain't no gangsta yeah
You just a lil boy
I'm da next Eminem
Not no Kid Laroi
On da gang
(We slidin)
On da gang
(We poppin)
On da gang
(We rockin)
On da gang
(We ridin)