New Gang lyrics

[Intro]
Arr, whip

[Chorus: Ray J, Chris Brown, Ray J & Chris Brown]
Ooh, you see the new gang comin' (New gang comin')
Got that new gang comin', yeah (New gang comin')
You see the new gang comin' (Woah, woah, new gang comin')
b*tch, this OHB, yeah, we comin' (Yeah-yeah)

[Post-Chorus: Ray J]
Propane got us all blunted (Got us all blunted)
The cocaine got her nose runnin' (Got her nose runnin')
The strap got a hundred rounds in it (Hundred rounds in it)
If it ain't about money, n*gga, you ain't sayin' nothin', yeah (Woo)

[Verse 1: Ray J, Luvaboy TJ]
P-P-Pull up to the club 'bout a hundred
It's a lotta Pirus and a couple bounty hunters (Oh, yeah, yeah, bounty hunters)
I'm whippin' in that Wraith with my gunners (Woah, woah)
105 West with some shooters right in front of us (Oh, yeah, yeah, with some shooters, woo!)
Got that meth lab up and runnin' (Meth lab runnin')
Rest in peace to the big homie Buntry (Oh, yeah, yeah, big homie Buntry)
Rest in peace to Young Thug, lil' homie (Woah, woah)
From Centerville to Fruit Town, we gettin' money (Yeah, yeah)

[Verse 2: Luvaboy TJ, Chris Brown]
You don't bang bang, you ain't gang gang
You ain't never slang, choppin' 'caine
With a bad b*tch from Spain
Talkin' slang off the promethazine
OHB, b*tch, new whip
Stashed with rubber grips (Yeah)
Stackin' chips
Some of my homies Bloods and some bangin' Crips (Yeah!)
22 rims with my brims and some lady friends
Stackin' ends, n*ggas in my way, that's one to the chin (Uh)
Pockets on swole, I got a bunch of bands on me (Yeah)
All these model b*tches, they can't keep they hands off me (Van Gogh)
[Chorus: Ray J, Chris Brown, Ray J & Chris Brown]
Ooh, you see the new gang comin' (New gang comin', new gang comin')
Got that new gang comin', yeah (Comin', new gang comin')
You see the new gang comin' (New gang, woah, woah, new gang comin')
b*tch, this OHB, yeah, we comin' (Ayy, yeah)

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Pull up, pull up if you 'bout it, n*gga (Yeah)
Where I'm from, we body n*ggas (Yeah)
Kamikazes on Kawasaki's
On 12 o'clock, you ain't ridin' with us (Ridin')
I got killers that do what I say when I need
Bullets spray fire out that lever (Ooh)
I got homies pullin' up in broad day
And set this b*tch off like Latifah (Grrah)
Smokin' Khalifa (Woo)
And you was the one say you ready for war
Now you on the ship (Uh-uh)
You sound like a b*tch, can't f*ck with you, boy
This that new gang
All my n*ggas wear new chains
And I put my b*tch in a Mulsanne
OHB in a black Lamb' like Bruce Wayne (Bruce Wayne, let's go)

[Chorus: Ray J, Chris Brown, Ray J & Chris Brown]
Ooh, you see the new gang comin' (New gang comin')
Got that new gang comin', yeah (Woah, new gang comin')
You see the new gang comin' (New gang, new gang comin')
b*tch, this OHB, yeah, we comin', yeah!
[Post-Chorus: Ray J, Truth KO]
Propane got us all blunted (Got us all blunted)
The cocaine got her nose runnin' (Got her nose runnin')
The strap got a hundred rounds in it (Hundred rounds in it)
If it ain't about money, n*gga, you ain't sayin' nothin', yeah (Uh)

[Verse 4: Truth KO]
Pardon me, but I don't usually talk a lot
If you ain't talkin' money, n*gga, what you talkin' 'bout?
The drop head take up multiple parkin' spots
Nowadays gotta keep most shooters than Harvey got
All about my presidents, hustle, never hesitant
f*ck who you invested in 'cause me, my n*ggas next to win
Money be my closest kin, I consider it my fam
Keep the drummer like a bam and bein' broke, I never can
Money's all I understand, I speak that sh*t fluently
Every way, you never there, we call that sh*t truancy
You speakin' that foolery, this money's nothin' new to me
Ain't worried 'bout who's hot, I was cool before it was cool to be
f*ckin' with a tried god, welcome to the tribe mob
Plus we out here ballin', bang it down like the LeBron lob
Championship rings for me and my fellow squad
Truth one hundred like the numbers never lie, yeah

[Chorus: Ray J, Chris Brown, Ray J & Chris Brown]
Ooh, you see the new gang comin' (New gang comin')
Got that new gang comin', yeah (New gang comin')
You see the new gang comin' (Woah, woah, new gang comin')
b*tch, this OHB, yeah, we comin'
[Post-Chorus: Ray J]
Propane got us all blunted (Got us all blunted)
The cocaine got her nose runnin' (Got her nose runnin')
The strap got a hundred rounds in it (Hundred rounds in it)
If it ain't about money, n*gga, you ain't sayin' nothin', yeah