On Gang lyrics

[Intro]
(Hey Norja, you made this sh*t?)

[Chorus: TaTa]
Like, everywhere I go I'm never lackin' I got my Glock out
If we knuckle up, that's on my mother it's a knock out
Everybody got a gun so let's link up and have a blowout
And Dotti he be feenin' pass the knock then he gon' show out, that's on gang
And all my killers put in pain
If I see a n*gga chain and I like it then it's a stain, and that's on gang
And Leeky with me, he got range
If a n*gga moving hot we gon flip him just like like a page, and that's on gang
Don't come over here moving hot b*tch
I'm with some demons, you f*ck around and get shot b*tch
E-E-EBK, n*ggas know I'm uppin' the 4
And they think I do karate 'cause I ride 'round with chopsticks

[Verse 1: Jenn Carter]
Graah, that boy got hit and that sh*t had his momma bummеd out (What, graah)
Like I'm addicted to thesе gun sounds
Way that I made they like "Jenny what have you done now?"
Graah, these n*ggas tracking like a bloodhound
They not outside, I'm spinnin' in a circle
That boy gon' say that he abuse, but that sh*t verbal
Graah, in a shell like he a turtle
He think sh*t sweet we cut it short like a commercial
Damn, and do it over like rehearsal
He think he tough, he think he up we send him vertical
Graah, we cut him off like it was surgical
These n*ggas dissin', in tracks we never heard of you
Ain't no tripping when that heat fly
Opp lacking on feet I'm in that V, I had to rewind
Graah, bu-bullets stinging like a beehive
.40 push her back and now he think he in a recline
These opps they don't put in pain
If I was caught on a train we was getting back same day, and that's on gang
And my n*ggas ain't been the same
Lil Uzi been how I'm feeling, no luv and it's only rage, and thats on- (What?)
[Chorus: TaTa]
Everywhere I go, I'm never lackin' I got my Glock out
If we knuckle up, that's on my mother it's a knock out
Everybody got a gun so let's link up and have a blowout
And Dotti he be feenin' pass the knock then he gon' show out, that's on gang
And all my killers put in pain
If I see a n*gga chain and I like it then it's a stain, and that's on gang
And Leeky with me, he got range
If a n*gga moving hot we gon flip him just like like a page, and that's on gang
Don't come over here moving hot b*tch
I'm with some demons, you f*ck around and get shot b*tch
E-E-EBK, n*ggas know I'm uppin' the 4
And they think I do karate 'cause I ride 'round with chopsticks

[Verse 2: Kyle Richh]
Can't-can't run from this gun, Jah Woo been popped it
Don't gotta use a deucey, I got options
Why he got that sheisty on? He ain't pop sh*t
And-and when we seen a n*gga ran before he c*cked it, and that's on gang
b*tch if you not grippy, you can't hang
Like you better tuck that chain, 'cause brodie itching for that stain, but that's for gang
All-all this hate come with the fame
That boy said he getting money, I told bro, "We do the same"
Graah, pocket rocket, I flock it like Tracey (Tracey)
Gotta put a condom on, these b*tches want my baby
When I was broke, ain't see none of these faces
n*ggas see the money, then they ego start changing
Graah, big .40 get to flamin'
Like a door, my n*ggas get to banging
I told Jenny pass the stitchy, that's on bronem I can't miss, like
Black .45 on my body, f*ck a fistfight
Young n*gga, looked up to Meech not Obama
Fredo that's my brother, we was 15 splitting dollars
We was in the project p's, flipping keys I ain't new to this
b*tch I'm true to this, I'm tired of that stupid sh*t
Ruggy, that's the ooter, always on that steady boomin' sh*t
n*ggas totin' guns be these n*ggas never using it
Y'all n*ggas not demons, y'all can really get to looting it
n*ggas frontin' I'm like "Dee, these n*ggas buggin"
n*ggas know that we Smokin' Osama (Notti)
[Chorus: TaTa]
Everywhere I go I'm never lackin' I got my Glock out
If we knuckle up, that's on my mother it's a knock out
Everybody got a gun so let's link up and have a blowout
And Dotti he be feenin' pass the knock and he gon' show out, that's on gang
And all my killers put in pain
If I see a n*gga chain and I like it then it's a stain, and that's on gang
And Leeky with me, he got range
If a n*gga moving hot we gon flip him just like like a page, and that's on gang
Don't come over here moving hot b*tch
I'm with some demons, you f*ck around and get shot b*tch
E-E-EBK, n*ggas know I'm uppin' the 4
And they think I do karate 'cause I ride 'round with chopsticks