All Facts

Go, go, goooo, go Gang, look, niggas really bitches, I'm not

gon' say no more Y'all steady losin' members, bitches, is you

gon' check the score He a clown, he got a fro, now we gon' paint

his nose and I just slid up on the opps and I had double poles

I know that she a freak, she takin' dick in all her wholes

I don't be with new niggas, I might just take his soul

I be hangin' with the foes, moes, and my bros

They couldn't picture this, Gang had told me strike a pose

I go crazy bout the blues, but I'm not chrisean

You gon' fold up under pressure, I'ma get it done

I gotta thing for sendin' shots, I think that shit is fun

It ain't the sendin' shots part, I like to see him run