Calboy - Gang Gang lyrics

[Intro] I'm sad as hell Yeah, yeah, yeah (Future) Yeah (Future) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Hurt, what it do?) (What up, Foster?) [Chorus] Ayy, ayy Yeah, yeah, I like icy mud, she like pure codeine Oh, yeah, yeah, I got plenty b*tches, list from A to Z Oh, yeah, yeah, he faking, his whole life's make-believe Oh, yeah, yeah, blood stains stuck to me like Maybelline Gang, gang, b*tch, I live that same way you talk 'bout Mayday, pull up on 'em, spray, spray when them opps out Bang, bang, shorty caught him lacking, knocked his locks out Hey, hey, who them looking for me? I done popped out (Gang, gang) [Verse 1] I just rolled a Woodie and it's full of Pluto (Full of Pluto) fu*k around with these b*tches, got me feeling like Pluto (Feeling like Pluto) Shorty wanna kick it but I don't know Judo (Judo) b*tch, I'm lit and rich, oh yes, that's all that you know (That's all that you know) Took a risk, I used my wrist, I put my fist in the bowl (Skrrt, skrrt) Hold on, wait, it's money calling, put that b*tch on the hold Every day I wake up, gotta get this paper (Paper) I got my cake up, that's probably why they hate us (Why they hate us) [Chorus] Ayy, ayy Yeah, yeah, I like icy mud, she like pure codeine Oh, yeah, yeah, I got plenty b*tches, list from A to Z Oh, yeah, yeah, he faking, his whole life's make-believe Oh, yeah, yeah, blood stains stuck to me like Maybelline Gang, gang, b*tch, I live that same way you talk 'bout Mayday, pull up on 'em, spray, spray when them opps out Bang, bang, shorty caught him lacking, knocked his locks out Hey, hey, who them looking for me? I done popped out (Gang, gang) [Verse 2] I've been in this sh*t, b*tch, I've been a member, I can put that sh*t on my mama In the trap house on the daily, baby, I'm forever chasing after commas (Forever chasing after commas) Lately, I been on some gang sh*t, get your brains hit, shorty, we forever with the drama (Forever with the drama) He gon' fu*k around and a lose a hand if he ever playing with my money (Playing with my money) Baby, I'm back on some boss sh*t (Back on some boss sh*t) He ain't having no bands, I don't hear what you saying, them ni**as be talking (Them ni**as be talking) My shorty ain't playing, you might end up dead, put him in a coffin (Put him in a coffin) I got sh*t in my head, they don't understand, don't know what it costed (Don't know what it costed) [Chorus] Ayy, ayy Yeah, yeah, I like icy mud, she like pure codeine Oh, yeah, yeah, I got plenty b*tches, list from A to Z Oh, yeah, yeah, he faking, his whole life's make-believe Oh, yeah, yeah, blood stains stuck to me like Maybelline Gang, gang, b*tch, I live that same way you talk 'bout Mayday, pull up on 'em, spray, spray when them opps out Bang, bang, shorty caught him lacking, knocked his locks out Hey, hey, who them looking for me? I done popped out (Gang, gang)