On Gang [2019] lyrics

[Verse 1: Soulja Boy]
Young Draco ain't gon play bout them racks, bout them stacks
Call up my plug, where the f*ck them packs at?
Call up my shooters, where the f*ck them straps at?
Can’t talk on the phone, cause I know 12 been tapped that
I got a hundred fifty racks in my backpack
n*gga think it's sweet, but on my mama I'm gon [?] that
Hit him witht the chopper cause he was asking for that
You wanna [?] Imma tax him for that
I’m skirting round with them racks
AK 47 came with a shoulder strap
[?] 2010
Choppers and BMW in the Benz
[?] murk your best friend
Stand in the kitchen, I whip up a ten
Young Draco, I trap out the dope hole
My trap jumpin like a yo yo
Oo young n*gga trap with a [?]
Try the funny sh*t, get hit with the draco

[Verse 2: OMB Bloodbath]
I cannot trust a soul
Watching my reer view, [?]
b*tch I be [?] like I'm from the four
Imma big blood [?] nose
What was you thinking bout?
[?] demans out
n*gga we just had bought Nemons out
[?] we squeezing bout
[?] on the chain
n*gga play gang, then we busting your brain
I been asleep, I was stuck on the drank
Put him to sleep, tryna f*ck with the gang
[Verse 3: Sauce Brazy]
[?] got paint by the lieder
Ride in the herse, I be killing these n*ggas
Like a fauset, i be drippin, lil b*tch
Ride with the stick cause sh*t can get [?]
My killers deadly, riding around with the [?]
[?] my n*ggas [?]
Mansion in the hills, no neighbors
That's living, pour up the lean when I get in my feelings
Double cup muddy, I'm sippin on red
[?] rap money, then put it on your head
I remember I was busting down spread
Now I ride around in a big body Benz
Two foreign hoes, f*ck her and her friend
Riding with Draco with the draco, lord forgive me, yeah he know that I sin
Hop out, and I kill you and your friend

[Verse 4: Peso Peso]
[?] put the Glock to your chin
[?] Bentley what I'm sliding in
Glasses on me, these Versace lenses
You dn't want no problems, I came from the bottom
[?]
Don't make me throw you in the grave
We trappin, never had a day job
I'm selling them P’s out a racecar
I scoot up, and I shoot your face off
I splash and I drip when I walk in the bank
My diamonds more wet than a motherf*cking lake
I’m in the trap wearing two tone
I break a b*tch, I don't do no dates
All of these racks, I be feeling like Chapo
[?]
I sware that you don’t wanna f*ck with [?]
Splash up on you, and we knock out your taco
[Verse 5: Yung Saint Louis]
[?]
[?] like Tyson
Don't got no racks, we can't talk about prices
[?] feel like fighting
I'm always ready
Keep a stick, my thoughts is deadly
Two grams of that Molly, I’m rolling heavy
Just ran through a hundred, I'm getting sweaty
This b*tch that I'm toating spit 50 shots
f*ck all the opps, we spin any block
[?] Glock
If I don't know him [?] up on the spot
We shoot up [?] at every spot
They don't play with my name, they better notI be shippin packs, we be selling out
That n*gga a b*tch, he'll sell you out

[Verse 6: Murdah Baby]
Know that it's blood in this b*tch
Know we gon trap out the mansion
Watch my diamonds, they dancing
We toating sticks in the Wraith
Tell you you a b*tch to your face
[?] that case
Kicking in doors and running in houses
[?] thousands
Bad b*tch, I call her [?]
I got rich off a one way
Flew your b*tch out on a one way
She wanna stay, but I made her go anyway
I got some stories and some times where I made it snow
I was selling work to make it to my last show
We was sippin Ac, we ain't know what we was sippin on
We was red rag sliding, [?]
[?] that's what you trippin on