Lyrics Gang Gang - DJ Drama , King Combs , Baby dthang

Shorty got potential, I could be her sponsor
I met her backstage at a Coke Boy concert
I can tell by her aura, she want Dram' the God, hahaha

Catch us an opp, we see him at the cage
Like, stop it and sell to be hum, what it break?
When I get off PT, I don't miss
But I focus on music and how to get rich
Told the haters to get off my shit
Love, well, you all fell in love with my grip
Told the haters to get off my skin
Level you hope, fell in love with my grip
Like gang, gang, gang, like, gang, gang, gang
Catch a head, then we takin' a trip
She like, "DThang, you crazy, you know that you lit"
And for one, better stay with a stick
'Cause they know how I am when I get on that shit
And I'm gettin' paid for the walkthrough
If I spot 'em, I shot 'em, you know that I saw you
Nigga, you soft, better watch who you talk too
Like, baby girl, I'm a doctor, so you know I ain't for you
We tote knockers on knockers on knockers
At the block, don't hate, that's his father
Our thots, when they block, need to stop it
Like scream, "RPT" and I bet you start cop it
Our thots, when they block, need to stop it
Like scream, "RPT" and I bet you start cop it (Gangsta)
They know you the one that be stylin'
Send shots, fell in love with the violence
So I see all my opps want attention
But I fall, I bust all that shit down and listen
We just gon' sign like, "Kay, keep clickin'"
Don't stop 'til the whole clan missin'
And since I was thirteen, my fingers was itchin'
Tried to show them that they really bitches
And I could have all y'all girls trippin'
If I fuck her double, then she start reminiscin'
And the opps better do what they said
Cannot lack, I keep one in the head
Like, remember times I ain't have no bed
Now I got that bag and I'm flyin' the rag

(Gangsta Grillz)
You wanna be a shot caller, huh?
You wanna have with the ballers
I got some niggas that drill you, lift you, spin you, in that order
Cuban link, my Audemars, I'm on fun, not fallin' off
I could turn you to a star, if I put you on my arm
Movin' and lootin' a sprinter, she wanna be with a winner
You go Felice for the dinner, she ain't the same when I'm with her
You gotta pay just to hit her
Get her a bag, it's a Birkin, Maybach for the curtains
Hoes talk, they be chirpin', OnlyFans, she be twerkin'
Hit me up if it ain't workin', like, gang, gang, gang
Like, my chain swing, like, hoppin' out the Range, like
Prezi Plain Jane like, bitch wanna stay the night
Bad bitch, she hype, could've went and passed her life (Kenzo B)
Gang, gang, gang (look)

Big money, big chain, everythin' big when it come to a boss
I kept my mind on the money, these bitches
They wanna live lavish, but they can't afford what it cost
I ain't takin' no loss (I ain't takin' no what?)
Turned my L's into lessons and now I'm above (like)
All of them niggas that ain't show me love
Now it is what it is and it ain't what it was
They say I'm movin' different
If they wasn't hatin', they wouldn't be pressed (facts)
And it ain't no debate
When a bitch look at me, all that bitch finna see is a threat (what you see?)
When I speak, all them bitches gon' listen, they still gon' be stressed
But I'd rather a pussy that know that she pussy
Instead of a pussy who pumpin' her chest (no cap)
But they still gotta show some respect
I put my all in this shit
I'll damned if I go change and let 'em trick me out my spot (grrah)
Brought out the switch and I don't gotta worry
He blitzin' if shit get sticky with the opps
Top dog, Big B, I be callin' the shots (baow)
Have it my way, while they takin' my orders
Came a long way from the block to the top
All these niggas my sons and these bitches my daughters, grrah