On Gang

[Intro: Yatta Bandz]
No no
No, yeah
Ay

[Chorus: Yatta Bandz]
Whole team got a bag now we run it up
He wanna hang with the gang he ain't real enough
And shawty love the way I sang, tell her turn it up
And everytime I touch the bag make it double up
Gang finna fuck it up, ay
Sorry lil' baby I've been stuck up in my ways
And I've been on my own road running for some days
They claiming they all thug and they smile in your face
But they want to take your place, I can see through all the hate

[Verse 1: Yatta Bandz]
Keep blowing smoke and we gone throw it up
Do the dash, switching lanes, ain't no slowing up
Because I been gave a bitch my all but it ain't enough
Cause she'll still do you wrong, and I get fucked
I ain't never changed nigga I've been on the same shit
Still rocking with the same niggas that I came with
Smoking all this dope but it ain't making all the pain stop
And R.I.P. to Quis I watched him grow up since the sandbox
That's on my gang, I won't never change
Promised to always remain the same
Do it for my bros, fuck all the designer and the hoes that shit come and go
Do it for my family so you know, that I gotta blow
I've been tryna stay up on my toes
Cold cold world thought this shit'll do you greezy
Long live [?] bro I hope you resting easy
Telling me you love me but I feel like you gon' leave me
I know that I'm gon' make it, I just hope that you believe me

[Bridge: Yatta Bandz]
Life too short for me to think about some mo' shit
I've been cooking up, just tryna put some shit in motion
Pain cut deep but it done turned me to a savage
I gotta make it out I'm not okay with being damaged

[Chorus: Yatta Bandz & Lul Ac]
Whole team got a bag now we run it up
He wanna hang with the gang he ain't real enough
And shawty love the way I sang, tell her turn it up
And everytime I touch the bag make it double up
Gang finna fuck it up, ay
Sorry lil' baby I've been stuck up in my ways (In my ways)
And I've been on my own road running for some days (For some days)
They claiming they all thug and they smile in your face
But they want to take your place, I can see through all the hate

[Verse 2: Lul Ac]
Put that 40 to his chrome making bitcha
Red mind, we was only tryna live up (Live it up)
Twin cooking up that shit in the Bentley truck
Police get behind me, we finna cut up
Ay ay, I'm really hot now
Called my Yatta Bandz to beat they block down
[?] for every trip, you better come down
Got this pole on my hip for any opp now
Ay ay, we finna blow up (Finna blow up)
Running through these rubber bands at the dump truck (At the dump truck)
Gotta get it how you lady little done for (Little down for)
For a verse I need 10 then some mo' bucks (Bands)
Bitch turn around and bust it like some nunchucks
Forever rocking with my guys, I don't click up (I don't click up)
Counting bands with yo' bitch it's a stickup
Money mission on my mind I can't give up

[Chorus: Yatta Bandz]
Whole team got a bag now we run it up
He wanna hang with the gang he ain't real enough
And shawty love the way I sang, tell her turn it up
And everytime I touch the bag make it double up
Gang finna fuck it up, ay
Sorry lil' baby I've been stuck up in my ways
And I've been on my own road running for some days
They claiming they all thug and they smile in your face
But they want to take your place, I can see through all the hate

[Outro: Lul Ac]
Ay nigga long live Quis, long live Myron nigga on God
[?] speaking, be direct nigga, on God
They see Yatta Bandz on top [?]