Cato1K - With My Gang lyrics

[Intro] Why they mad? Why they mad? tryna peep my tag Why the mad? Louis V the bag Why the mad? know I keep em gats Yeah yeah yeah [Hook] Easter pink, young n***a totin' tags like a ref Hope your baby daddy hate me tell him watch where he step Switchin' lanes I'm makin' moves, n***a plot me what I do With my gang, n***a f** your crew, with my gang, n***a f** your ooh [Verse] Yellow babe, whip that dope like aye Why these n***as hate? out here flippin' Stacey b**h I'm out here fippin' Stacey All these n***as never fade me Got that 40 never lazy Case a n***a wanna chain me Ooh, b**h it's true for Jimmy Choos Ooh, hop inside my coupe Ooh, out the a** with my racks Servin' bricks, shoot the free throw out the shack, co*k it pack Conceal my heat like pat O riley with my tools, n***a please don't hit my jack In the trap magic jack, cause these junkies I know that Tell your b**h eat a dick, cause she think I'm cuttin' slack yeah Damn these n***as actin' foul for these hoes If margiela c**aine white, I got a foul a** nose Yeah, your b**h she give me top, that's some foul a** blow Yeah, your b**h she give me top, that's some foul a** blow Finesse finessers, smoke a blunt to ease my stresses Learn by ounces how we measure, guess alot like Hellen Keller b**hes tough listenin' to Ellen, but 2pac is what we sellin' Peep your door, convicted felon, got 'em shows that's why you jealous [Hook] Easter pink, young n***a totin' tags like a ref Hope your baby daddy hate me tell him watch where he step Switchin' lanes I'm makin' moves, n***a plot me what I do With my gang, n***a f** your crew, with my gang, n***a f** your ooh