Lyrics: Moerlein Harcket Tabasa/Anthony Gabriel Babao/Quinn Abella
Music: Moerlein Harcket Tabasa/Anthony Gabriel Babao/Quinn Abella
We throwin hands in the air, gang gang
Run it with the pack, we gon' slang slang
Bitch you better stop yo actin' you aint gang
Pull up on u with the pack, we make it bang
We throwin hands in the air, gang gang
Run it with the pack, we gon' slang slang
Makin money get the bands and **** the fame
Tryna play with us, we gon' bang bang
Live the life that you deserve, get the money, put in work
If it aint money you be talkin then im out cuz it aint worth
My time the hustle and the grind
My brothers they be down from the ground
Hundred round with this sound
Yeah! **** them goofy ass, bitch u better act right
Only runnin with the family, keep my circle more tight
Wolfin out here with the pack got the target on sight
Trust the mo****in process, my G it ain't overnight
And your actions speaks louder than your words, yeah my G
So you better put in work before you talk, yeah my G
Keep you eyes up on the prize and **** dem bitch, yeah my G
Lookin fly, blood shot eye thats how we roll yeah my G
We throwin hands in the air, gang gang
Run it with the pack, we gon' slang slang
Bitch you better stop yo actin' you aint gang
Pull up on u with the pack, we make it bang
We throwin hands in the air, gang gang
Run it with the pack, we gon' slang slang
Makin money get the bands and **** the fame
Tryna play with us, we gon' bang bang
Now we start on the low, stupid ass playaz say shit they don't know
Keep my head up on the sky, Imma blow fo sho, I'm ready to go, uh
I'm comin to get it, no limit, errbody be snoozin' while I be improvin', lets go
Betta be ready, I'm droppin' these bombs, it's gon' be fast and it's heavy
It'll bang! rang! in my Corona, I'll rev it so hard it'll pop and bang
Black gang, we outside, ain't gangin' and bangin', we hustle and grind
Fake ass playaz keep talkin' that shit they didn't do, while I did it my man
No I ain't a gangsta more like a mafia, I'm what they call Corleone, I'm a God, bitch!
I ain't got ice on my wrists but I got diamonds all over my teeth
I'm trynna be a vegan, you see, so I ain't got a taste for no beef
I'm keepin' it street, keepin' it real, yeah, I be legit
Throwin' Threes up, we the Black Wolves, we dethronin'
Man, you know what it is!
We throwin hands in the air, gang gang
Run it with the pack, we gon' slang slang
Bitch you better stop yo actin' you aint gang
Pull up on u with the pack, we make it bang
We throwin hands in the air, gang gang
Run it with the pack, we gon' slang slang
Makin money get the bands and **** the fame
Tryna play with us, we gon' bang bang
Aight mah g, saw my opp spinnin on my block
He thought I was lackin', bronem, you know I go wassup
You aint did nothin' when you saw me, now you ****ed up
Got my brodie with his metal strap and my ****in' baseball bat
Goofy ass, I'm not jelousy, got the whole family
Bloody ****in' red eyes, D' Street, only real G's
you geekin drugs we dont do that cause we pushin P
I got no time for your life and your talking shit
Rolling with the pack keepin' it hunnid **** the snitches
M4 got the 7 back at the stu' ratatat ya heard
Broski bangin beats ya'll know its not a weapon
All you woofin and talkin I thought you was a thug, bitch!