Intro (Gangin) Songtext
von SOB X RBE

Gangin′, gangin', bitch I be gangin′
Gangin', gangin', bitch I be gangin′
Gangin′, gangin', bitch I be gangin′
Gangin', gangin′, gangin', gangin′, gangin'
RBE X SOB
Gang, Gang, Gang, Gang


Niggas ain't real as they say they is
Two hammers wit′ me these my children, yeah Bebe′s Kids
Ain't gotta explain nothin′ to me, you can say the shit
Stop staring at me, make it last come and take a pic
Gang shit, none more nigga none less
And it's still fuck the suckas ′til they put to rest
Had to cut my last bitch off 'cause she was such a pest
Play the game how the fuck I want, I don′t fuck wit' refs
SOB X RBE, excuse me, pardon me
Gotta smoke to get my appetite, 'cause it be hard to eat
And what I bless my jeweler with I coulda paid your college fees
It′s hard to deal wit′ killing in yo' heart, wit′ us get popped wit' ease
Wouldn′t have no views up in them songs if they ain't copy me
Soon as you think shit be going good, we come and stop the peace
And X this mothafucka slap, ain′t even gotta stop the beat

Nigga, gang shit pick these (pick these)
I can't let a nigga strip me (nigga what)
Shananae when I step, big C's (big C′s)
Said I ain′t got no cheese? Bitch please (bitch please)
Glock hold thirty, gave a nigga fifteen (fifteen)
Got ten bands in these ripped jeans (ripped jeans)
Was off the porch way before 16
And it cost five bands if you want a 16

I'm thugging to the grave I got my mind made (got my mind made)
In that Aston Martin getting sideways (sideways)
Niggas fucking wit′ them snakes just like Sanjay
Tryna fuck on a Kardashian like Kanye
In the city all in Niemans blowing big racks (big bands)
Reach for this chain and get popped like a tic-tac (boom, boom)
Choppa kick back, blow a sucka nigga's shit back
And if X on the beat you know the shit slap


Nigga, gang shit pick these (pick these)
I can′t let a nigga strip me (nigga what)
Shananae when I step, big C's (big C′s)
Said I ain't got no cheese? Bitch please (bitch please)
Glock hold thirty, gave a nigga fifteen (fifteen)
Got ten bands in these ripped jeans (ripped jeans)
Was off the porch way before 16
And it cost five bands if you want a 16

Yeah nigga, gang gang (gang, gang)
RBE sitting on VVS, I let it hang (I let it hang)
Bitch you ain't fuckin′ wit′ no lame
And why these hatin' niggas throwing salt up on my name?
I be big money ballin′ nigga big B's (big B′s)
Legendary on my neck it cost me ten G's (ten G′s)
And if a nigga want a verse I need big fees (big fees)
And I need all my blue hundreds crispy (crispy)
And I ain't talking with these niggas, like for what? (like for what)
Ain't no coming back when these niggas lives is up (lives is up)
Audemars 50 bands, you wanna fuck? (wanna fuck)
And you ain′t even bad as my bitch, got these niggas mad enough
Oh, all these niggas wit′ that pretending all that fakin' shit
(All that fakin′ shit)
If he feel some type of way then nigga say that shit (nigga say that shit)
Oh, Glock wit' 30 on this bitch this the straightest clip
And when I send all these shots he gon′ hate he dissed

Nigga, gang shit pick these (pick these)
I can't let a nigga strip me (nigga what)
Shananae when I step, big C′s (big C's)
Said I ain't got no cheese? Bitch please (bitch please)
Glock hold thirty, gave a nigga fifteen (fifteen)
Got ten bands in these ripped jeans (ripped jeans)
Was off the porch way before 16
And it cost five bands if you want a 16
Nigga

Man, man hell naw, fuck that
Niggas already had they chance
Pick a side nigga, you wit′ us or against us?
Hold it down or get ran over
If you rockin′ you gon' ride
If you not ridin′ you gon' die
It′s us or nothin', ain′t no in between
Bitch

Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang