My Gang Lyrics

It's nice, it's nice, it's nice

This shit my gang, nigga, this shit not no clan

Run up and clash, yeah I be talm' bout clans

What is your name? Baby, I know you a fan

Choppa it, blow, fn' it, blow like a fan

Kickin' shit, how we kickin' doors

Kickin' shit like I'm fuckin' Pou

Had dreams since 12, ain't no Po

My unc taught me how to stay on go

Member ridin round in the GMC's

They only had like two seats

I was a baby in the front seat

Now niggas can't fuck with me

Niggas know I'm with the fuckery

uh,uh Choppa get to buffering, cause you nervous

I be ballin' on you like Erving

Matter of fact, just like Julius

I dont give no fuck, she be on my feet like

Morty with King Julian

Got smoke wit cetti we can do it yeah

I be ballin' Randle like Julius

He don't want smoke cause he new to this

All my niggas, really, really shoot with it

Like a card boy, know we true with it

Step on you smoke like a cart, your son of doh like Bart

Cause niggas know that I'm Homer

Bad bitch smellin my cologne

Yeah, she was smellin' all my odors

Bad bitch say she like I'm older

Run up on me, choppa move you like Obito you get rocked, you get bouldered

Give the niggas the cold shoulder

Like KKK, lil' boy

Chopper, finna spray her, lil' boy

No i dont play it, lil' boy

Like parents with grades, lil' boy

She give me brain, lil' boy

Of the top like braids, lil' boy

Kickin like Kang, lil' boy

Run up on me, bang, lil' boy

And if you wanna bang, lil' boy

Ready fire aim, lil' boy

It's nice, it's nice

Ready to fire aim, lil' boy

This shit my gang, nigga, this shit not no clan

Run up and clash, yeah I be talm' bout clans

What is your name? Baby, I know you a fan

Choppa it, blow, FN' it, blow like a fan

Im Super cool

Temari I just need a fan, I need a dam

Water on my wrist, And water in that bitch

She tight like a clam, what are the odds

Niggas acting like they don't know me in this bitch

But its Jeyy lil' nigga so you know who I am

My niggas go broke bring em back like I'm Stan

We in the jam, and we countin' bands

All with the bands, count on my racks and stand on em like a shoe

it's the way that I stand

Wet em up like a canoe, Keep em tight like a noose

Give me neck like a goose

He claim he got stripes but dat boy got Camo onna suits, so we pop em that's tribute to the troops

Since i stand on my racks i use them as a boot

This shit my gang, nigga, this shit not no clan

Run up and clash, yeah I be talkin' bout clans

What is your name? Baby, I know you a fan

Choppa it, blow, fn' it, blow like a fan