Doubt Tha Gang

[Chorus: N7 & Pwap]
Never doubt the gang, bitch, I'm confident
It's only real niggas who I'm rockin' with
You see stars in the ceiling, this a rocket ship
Wayne Gretsky when I bounce out with the hockey sticks
West Side, bitch, it's West Wap
Big blower on me leave your chest hot
Big bucks is the next stop
Got a new Glock for the next opp
Hit a nigga for his wristwatch
Got shooters with me like Fort Knox
Four shooters, that's four mops
That's no witness, that's no cops

[Verse 1: N7]
Exposin' fake love, we don't like that
'Cause there's money to be made, gettin' right, fam
It's cold water on my body like an ice bath
And I always keep a shooter, that's my right hand

[Verse 2: Pwap]
Only feel 'em 'cause we're well known
I was bustin' juggs off the cell phone
Drop a six in a styrofoam
I pollute the cup 'til my mind gone
Bend her over, now her spine gone
Seein' fake niggas through the blindfolds
Yankee Doodle, leave his eyes closed
And it's Wap Sauce, No. 9, ho

[Verse 3: N7]
Break your chick and then I break her spine
Broke nigga need to step aside
Shoot a nigga like Columbine
If he disrespect me and get out of line
Roddy Ricch, I need a dollar sign
Finna kill the pussy, call it homicide
Westland based, and that's bottom line
Shells leave a square nigga traumatized

[Verse 4: Pwap]
I'll knock down a fuck nigga
Have a Big Mac 'cause the yak hungry
It's Petty Wap, stupid with the wobble
Through the weekend, plus I keep the racks on me
Yop on me matte black, homie
Case a pussy nigga wanna act phony
Ain't no friend of mines, I'ma tax brodie
I'm a real nigga, check the stats on me

[Verse 5: N7]
This shit rap money, but I been had it
I love fuckin' bitches and I love trappin'
Your MCM broke and he a drug addict
I keep guns in the house, I'm a gun addict
Snatch the check, uh, uh, then I'm out of there
Niggas hatin' for no reason, man, they hella weird, ayy
Dope got us sweating, it ain't hot in here
I'm a young boss nigga, but I ain't a mayor

[Verse 6: Pwap]
Free the Mac, gotta make sure I make it quick
N7, Wap on stupid shit
Since sixth grade, ain't new to this
On the West Side, crew stupid lit
Bag your bitch and then bag a dummy
Straight rags to riches, now it's bags of money
Dare a nigga try to take it from me
He'll be actin' hungry, chop fill his tummy
Mama told me, "Watch your closest homie"
Never had a pops, nigga stoned from me
I'm forever lonely but I keep it on me
Hot summer nights, kept the hoodie on me
Four-fifth, I'ma put it on him
For an opp nigga, pull a bullet on him
Take his sides off, leave a mullet on him
On the dead locs, had to do it for him

[Chorus: N7 & Pwap]
Never doubt the gang, bitch, I'm confident
It's only real niggas who I'm rockin' with
You see stars in the ceiling, this a rocket ship
Wayne Gretsky when I bounce out with the hockey sticks
West Side, bitch, it's West Wap
Big blower on me leave your chest hot
Big bucks is the next stop
Got a new Glock for the next opp
Hit a nigga for his wristwatch
Got shooters with me like Fort Knox
Four shooters, that's four mops
That's no witness, that's no cops

[Verse 7: N7 & Pwap]
Ayy, label the bag up and flip
Yeah, the chopper could lift up a whip
We're stackin' the Franks, nigga, play with my kids
Name another nigga fuckin' with this
They tryna copy the drip
Drummer sounds, make a beat with a stick
100K on me, I look like a lick
When I up the diss it make you give your kicks
My bracelet look like a glacier
And my chopper racist 'cause it don't like niggas
Bitch, it's Pwap from the Wicked Street
Downin' prescription, I'm leanin' on niggas
You had your chance at the throne too
We took it from you, now we is them niggas
We is them niggas, they see we them niggas
Not flexin' and 'fessin', I'm geekin' on niggas

[Verse 8: N7]
If foenem tweakin', I'ma bust 'em up
Said, "Lil' bro, quit the hate and get your money up"
Why you talkin' down on me, nigga? Show me love
She all through the night, your shooter let the brodie fuck
They call me Jackboy, make fake niggas feel uncomfortable
This chopper hungry, eat his face up like a Lunchable
My niggas wild, hella wild, like a Jungle Book
But I don't need the gang with me just to feel untouchable

[Verse 9: Pwap]
Only gang who I'm rockin' with
Baby gave me neck, long esophagus
Point Glocks at the opposite
N7 cleaned up with the mops and shit
Blessin' niggas like the prophets did
Copped a new bag like the rastas did
And it's Wap Sauce, Petty overload
I'm a Wicked wizard, shout out to the folks
Bouncin' out with the F&N
Several shooters lurkin', waitin' for the blow
I'll never ever love a ho
Put my hole trust into a totem pole
For so many years, niggas slept on me
But I'm up now, and I'm blessed, homie
Keep a pretty penny, stupid checks on me
Only 18, I'm a vet, brodie

[Outro: N7]
Goddamn
Is that it? We done?
Alright bet