f*ck Yo Gang lyrics

by

Nine Vicious



[Intro]
(We in this— ro-ro— Patrick)

[Chorus]
n*gga, f*ck your gang, you ain't nothin’ (Say what?)
n*gga, f*ck your gang, you ain't nothin' (f*ck your gang)
n*gga, f*ck your gang, you ain’t nothin' (Ain't nothin')
n*gga, f*ck your gang, you ain't nothin' (pus*y)
n*gga, f*ck your gang, you ain't nothin' (pus*y b*tch)
n*gga, f*ck your gang (Say what?)
n*gga, f*ck your gang (Let’s go), yeah

[Verse 1]
f*ck how you feel, I don’t want your lil' ass breathin’
n*gga, f*ck your racks (Say what?), I don't give a f*ck, n*gga, f*ck your opinion
I'm a pop star, baby, rock out, shawty, you see what I'm sayin’? (What?)
You drive me crazy, that's why I don't give a f*ck 'bout your man
Give a f*ck 'bout your team, I don't give a f*ck 'bout your team (pus*y, b*tch)
Give a f*ck 'bout your team (I don't give a f*ck 'bout your team), I don't give a f*ck 'bout your team (pus*y, b*tch)
I f*cked on a gnat (Say what?), sh*t, yeah, I f*cked on a ten (Yeah, I f*cked on a ten)
Hold up, I f*cked on a gnat (Slatt), sh*t, yeah, I just f*cked on a ten (n*gga, what?)
You at my show talkin' 'bout you finna air it out (Ain't talkin' 'bout sh*t, pus*y)
You ain't air sh*t out, shawty, you were tearin' up (And I'm slime)
I just went goddamn Lambo', then I just tint it up (What?)
I just f*cked on this b*tch, pus*y a ten, yeah (Eugh, eugh)
[Chorus]
n*gga, f*ck your gang, you ain't nothin' (Say what?)
n*gga, f*ck your gang, you ain't nothin' (f*ck your gang)
n*gga, f*ck your gang, you ain't nothin' (Ain't nothin')
n*gga, f*ck your gang, you ain't nothin' (pus*y)
n*gga, f*ck your gang, you ain't nothin' (pus*y b*tch)
n*gga, f*ck your gang (Say what?)
n*gga, f*ck your gang (Let's go), yeah

[Verse 2]
On my phone, you want your clothes back, can't get that, baby (pus*y)
I sip on red (Let's go), look at my tummy, I'm sippin' on red, I'm lazy (Eugh, what?)
Give a f*ck 'bout sh*t, yeah, got off my X, I'm up, I'm up so late (Okay)
sh*t, I f*ck your b*tch, I f*ck your b*tch, she suck my di*k, okay
I got blicks on blicks, got sticks on sticks, on God, they'll shoot your face
I got a blick on me, got a blick on me, yeah, I keep it on my waist (Blatt, blatt, blatt, blatt)
Why you actin' like that?
Oh my God, baby, why your ass actin' like that?
I just got me some money, that's why I'm braggin' like that
Oh my God, you bad and your ass so fat
I know I'm the greatest, I ain't nothin' like your last, okay
And if you was a bird, shawty, I'd fill your nest, hey
I got work like Ferg, put that sh*t on like Nast, hey
I might sip my red elegant, need me a glass, hey

[Outro]
sh*t, I need my glass
I'm sippin' red and it's so damn red, yeah, shawty, I need my glass
I f*ck your ho 'cause she is a peasant, yeah, I'm f*ckin' her back (Say what?)
I f*ck your ho because he a peasant (Say what?)
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