Sign Language

by YG
Lyrics: Terrace Martin/Keenon Jackson/Jeff-Marco Martinez Lebron/Delmar Arnaud/Calvin Broadus/Ricardo Brown/Darryl Cash Music: Terrace Martin/Keenon Jackson/Jeff-Marco Martinez Lebron/Delmar Arnaud/Calvin Broadus/Ricardo Brown/Darryl Cash [Intro] We got heaters, smoke, drank, b*****s Fours, deuces, treys, switches Riders, money, houses, boats Notes, uncompromisin' quotes Tweakers on Molly, in the Hills livin' Glocks, scopes, chops with the switches Ferraris, Richard Millie, models on d**e Four double O, now a nigga want the smoke (West Coast) [Verse 1] I'ma bang on b***h boys (Uh-oh) Bentley trucks, G wagons, then his b***h toys You ain't say my name in that diss song B***h ass nigga, that's not a diss, boy It's YG aka Chin-Checker 4Hunnid worth fifty million, I'm a rich stepper Woah, I might pop out in some leather Or in some D**kies like, f**k your Margiela [Chorus] Twist your fingers up, bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Oh) Throw up your gang, nigga, bang, nigga-nigga, bang What set you claim, nigga? Bang, nigga-nigga, bang It's all the same, nigga, bang, nigga-nigga, bang Twist your fingers up, bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Bang) Throw up your gang, nigga, bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Bang) What set you claim, nigga? Bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Bang) It's all the same, nigga, bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Bang) [Verse 2] Yeah, bang on 'em (Bang on 'em) Mr. Gangster with designer, get strange on 'em (Uh-oh) I hang with the savages, we got rank on 'em (Sacks) Went from broke to rich, I had to change on 'em (Yeah) Cherry red, I'm flamed up, cherry red Chucks (Yeah) On gang, Blood, we don't do no head up's I'm the one they call when they get jammed up Yellin' free the gang, we don't do handcuffs Big drip, hoes tricks, Glock .9, long clips B***h strip-pole, gripped on Bloods, I'm with a few Crips F**k good, love hard, I burnt out my love chart Black trucks bulletproof, them Glocks on my security guard Rich nigga, six figures, ain't shit, you b***h nigga Lit nigga, they pay me to pop shit, nigga A verse from me is like four or five bricks, nigga And at the video shoot I do this, nigga [Chorus] Twist your fingers up, bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Oh) Throw up your gang, nigga, bang, nigga-nigga, bang What set you claim, nigga? Bang, nigga-nigga, bang It's all the same, nigga, bang, nigga-nigga, bang Twist your fingers up, bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Bang) Throw up your gang, nigga, bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Bang) What set you claim, nigga? Bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Bang) It's all the same, nigga, bang, nigga-nigga, bang (Bang) [Outro] We got heaters, smoke, drank, b*****s Fours, deuces, treys, switches Riders, money, houses, boats Notes, uncompromisin' quotes Tweakers on Molly, in the Hills livin' Glocks, scopes, chops with the switches Ferraris, Richard Millie, models on d**e Four double O, now a nigga want the smoke (West Coast)