[Intro]
It's the mothaf*ckin' gang baby!
[Verse 1: Qua Louie]
Cash out till I pass out
Trynna get a bad house, but now I'm in that stash-house
I'm who these n*ggas rap bout
n*ggas sending threats
While my n*ggas sending mags out
Smoking on that stank, I'm always smoking on that bad mouth
Kick a door, get a whore, she a slore and
n*ggas better keep up, they afters they my befores
You probably don't get that
2gang, yea I'm with that
Pop a molly, I'm sweatin, break it down like a Kit-Kat
It's that gang sh*t
No lame sh*t
And all that dam pain gotta n*gga feeling painless
My crown, I obtained it
These haters, I done gained it
And all that f*ck sh*t, boy Qua Louie don't entertain it
Cuz' I'm poppin, she poppin
Totin', I'm glockin
These n*ggas di*k-hoppin, but all that sh*t stoppin
Yo b*tch, she nasty, goddamn that b*tch moppin
And b*tch I'm so wavy, gotta watch a n*gga dive in
n*ggas hated, we made it, them n*ggas basic but
b*tch I'm trynna make it, I was just up onnat bracelet
Thinking to myself
How I'mma chew these n*ggas
Screw these n*ggas
How I'm boutta do these n*ggas, pause
Break a n*gga jaw, she pullin' down my f*cking draws
Suck a n*gga balls, I'm in her mouth, like a f*cking Hall
f*ck Newark, f*ck sherriff, f*ck em!
Boys, moral of the story that I'm always screaming f*ck the law
We them f*cking boys, yea I go hard boy
Stand tall boy, damn
I could never fall boy
Always like the floss boy
Trynna be a boss boy
Cuz' even when I lose, I could never take a loss boy
Put my n*ggas on my back
My n*ggas they totin' straps
You n*ggas ain't into that, you lose the profit get it back
Smoking onna super sack
These n*ggas they super whack
Super gat, Splash Brothers splashing, yea I'm super that
n*ggas better fall back
Qua Louie, I'm all that
Bullet to his head
Pow-pow to his ball cap
Me and Mula splashin' and swaggin, them n*ggas jackin'
Ballin on em like Madden, no lackin, we steady packin'
Take a trip to Florida, probably f*ck a rapper's daughter
Pop a few Roxys'
Then I jump up innat water
The beat I walked down, then I gotta f*ckin' slaughter
I'm just trynna make a dollar
Outta mawf*ckin' quarter, lotta bars n*gga!
(And I'mma f*ckin' boss n*gga!)
(2Gang man, you already know what the f*ck it is)
(n*ggas better catch up (ketchup) like hot sauce n*gga)
(Free my army, rest in peace my army)
(n*gga free Shootah, free 2-11, free Duha n*gga)