Gang E

Hey Kelly bruh, keep a hustle that shit necessary. Fucking with them broke hoes that ain't necessary. North Carolina got something that be very scary. He put a yicky for them cheese chums and Them berries. He ain't really got a choice, Sometimes it's like that. Rest in peace to all my jiggas, yeah I Like that. Ooh, someone pass me the wood, You know I like that. All I spit is that game, jigga, all facts. I don't really know nothing else, it's how go. I just wanna get the cheese, I don't wanna Fold. I just want this shit forever, but the Game be cold. I just want this shit forever, But the game be cold. At fourteen, started off With a half, bruh. Moved to a zip, then I got my packs Up. Eyes on my enemies, show them now back Up. I need me a thick slim with that Back up. Just watch how you talk, You know, get smacked up. Got my clientele now I be racked up. Got my clientele, bruh, and I tax ya. Damn, I got my clientele and I tax ya. I do this for my mama, bruh. I do this for my gang. I do this for my pops, he know we Move them things. Click, clack, bang, bruh-bruh, It's gang-gang. Click, clack, bang, bruh-bruh, It's gang-gang. I do this for my mama, bruh. I do this for my gang. I do this for my pops, he know we Move them things. Click, clack, bang, bruh-bruh, It's gang-gang. For my family and my patnas, Forever gang-gang. Know I'm really at the mud, Come fucks with me. Ray Rice how I drop A sucker, don't fuck with me. I play the game how I wanna, bitch, trust That. Why they keep talking like they dope? I don't trust that. I remember ma tryna get Us for off that bag of chips. Now I'm forever on that hustle for the bag Of chips. Blue faces all I want, Bruh, give me slips. Even if I gotta blatt, bruh, give me slips. Yo, rep for my city, know I love to. Swoop on a fat booty, know I love to. If you speaking on the gang, bitch, it's fuck You. If it's not Cloud Gang, bitch, Fuck you. Put Rahza Cloud Surfer on this thing, Baby. I know a couple bad bitches moving things, Baby. We should all get together and do some Things, maybe. I been on my Too Short, Mac Dre lately. I do this for my mama, Bruh. I do this for my gang. I do this for my pops, he know we Move them things. Click, clack, bang, bruh-bruh, It's gang-gang. Click, clack, bang, bruh-bruh, it's gang-gang. I do this for my mama, bruh. Do this for my gang. I do this for my pops, he know we Move them things. Click, clack, bang, bruh-bruh, It's gang-gang. For my family and all my patnas, forever gang-gang. Yo, it's young Concho Rahz, motherfucker. Y'all ain't know me? It's time y'all know me. Shout out to the gang, though.