Gang In This Bitch ft. KSav & Ray Spitta Lyrics

Yeah, AJ in this bitch, nigga

Ha, gang in this bitch

Goin' 150, switchin' lanes in this bitch

Small circle, can't fuck with lames in this bitch

Booth hot as hell, feel like Kane in this bitch

Yeah, these niggas all bark, no bite

Brody got a big chopper on him, no sight

Me and gang popped some shrooms, it's a long night

Take the blick away from you, I bet you won't fight

I'm high as hell, what the fuck really goin' on

Got some head from a smart bitch, she'll know it all

Perked out I'm strikin' niggas like a bowling ball

Can't give J Money no weed, cause he'll smoke it all

G-A-N-G, you know how I bleed

I'ma keep screamin' free t till that nigga Freed

R-A-M-O-S, you know how I bleed

Kelz Block, till them shells drop, nigga, fuck you mean

Know a couple shooters that'll shoot you in your face

And masked up, leave the body in the same place

Can't fuck with these niggas cause they talkin' to the Jakes

Bad bitch, fat ass, yeah, she got a lot of cake

Can't wait till I'm gonna touch a mill in a day

Hundreds in the safe, ridin' in a Wraith

We gon' take this shit far, we goin' out of state

Dick your bitch down, we ain't goin' on no dates

Been through hell, I swear to God, I see better days

High as fuck, I'm more lyrical than lemonade

Bro did the dash, swear to God, he be bendin' shit

Southside, but you get popped on the west and shit

I won't get lined up, fuckin' with a reckless bitch

I'll put the blick to your head, I ain't wrestlin' shit

I'll blow smoke in your face like I'm stressin', bitch

Let's see who draws their gun first, lethal weapon shit

Ha, gang in this bitch

Goin' 150, switchin' lanes in this bitch

Small circle, can't fuck with lames in this bitch

Booth hot as hell, feel like Kane in this bitch

Yeah, these niggas all bark, no bite

Brody got a big chopper on him, no sight

Me and gang popped some shrooms, it's a long night

Take the blick away from you, I bet you won't fight

Switching sides, you gon' get killed in this bitch

39, this a Glock 36

Catch him lackin' J money, done grabbed the blick

Take a shot, he a pack, never comin' back

Keep it strapped where we at, we active in this bitch

Turned up in the stu, I'm blackin' in this bitch

Turned up with the crew, we goin' blick for blick

We don't even gotta shoot, you'll get pistol whipped

Nah, fuck that, let me clap that nigga

Saw my opp lackin' at the store, shoulda smacked the nigga

These niggas ain't on shit, my lil' cousin nem, smacked them niggas

Why these niggas actin' tough, they ain't active with it

Why these niggas keep a blick, they ain't clappin' niggas

Why you dissing on the dead, you ain't pack that nigga

You ain't pack shit, you ain't whack shit

Fuck around, turn a nigga to the past tense

Ayy, let's go pick him up

Turn a lil' nigga to some grabba, then sent him up

I'm sippin' on this lean like I'm sick as fuck

Fuckin' on this lil' Latina bitch, she was thick as fuck

Ha, gang in this bitch

Goin' 150, switchin' lanes in this bitch

Small circle, can't fuck with lames in this bitch

Booth hot as hell, feel like Kane in this bitch

Yeah, these niggas all bark, no bite

Brody got a big chopper on him, no sight

Me and gang popped some shrooms, it's a long night

Take the blick away from you, I bet you won't fight