歌词
[Intro: Trippie Redd & Lil Durk]
N!gga want smoke, lemme know somethin'
Lamb' truck, Royce truck, both of 'em
I don't think about death when I pour up
Hot box in the trench doing donuts
Trap-a-Holics, b!tch, like you ain't know, real trap sh!t!
Yo, Pi'erre, yo, Pi'erre
Whoa
OTF, 1400
Gang, gang
Gang, gang
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fuxking with us (Gang)
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fuxking with us (Gang)
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fuxking with us (Gang)
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fuxking with us
[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
On the block reppin' gang, gang, grew up real slimy
If you talk down on the gang, gang, we gon' do you grimy
On the block I let my chain swing, fuxk it, n!gga, try me
'Cause we really, really, really, in the field and sh!t
Murder, murder, do a hit, I do a drill and sh!t
Yeah, murder on my mind, I'm tryna kill some sh!t
If you ain't gang, gang, gang, hope you get killed lil' b!tch
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fuxking with us (Gang)
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fuxking with us (Gang)
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fuxking with us (Gang)
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fuxking with us (Gang)
[Verse 2: Lil Durk]
N!gga want smoke, lemme know somethin'
Lamb' truck, Royce truck, both of 'em
I don't think about death when I pour up
Hot box in the trench doing donuts
Gave a b!tch a Perc' 10, made her throw up
Everybody on d!ck when you blow up
Got 30 for a show, I ain't show up
I'm trying to be like Meech, and not grow up
I gotta switch on my Glock when I blow it
And I love my killers, they know it
You a b!tch n!gga, jump off the porch
Headshot when you walk out of court
From the 'Raq where they murder for sport
Last opp got murdered, of course
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fuxking with us (Gang)
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fuxking with us (Gang)
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fuxking with us (Gang)
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fuxking with us (Gang)
[Verse 3: G Herbo]
Real gang members, type of n!ggas say my name, hit you (Bow)
Let that flame get you, two n!ggas end up same picture, uh
Told myself I ain't have no paper until I can change riches
**** is you lane switching, go ahead set your pace and finish
All these chains glisten
Hand them out to my main n!ggas (Gang)
Quick to change n!ggas
Opps now ain't the same n!ggas (Course not)
Click-clack, bang (Bang)
You know I ain't learned that at no range, n!gga (Course not)
Shoot at my veins, puxxy can't hang if you ain't gang, n!gga
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fuxking with us (Gang)
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fuxking with us (Gang)
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fuxking with us (Gang)
You ain't gang, gang, gang, you ain't fuxking with us (Gang)