Hypnotic Beatz - Gang lyrics

[Hook: Tay 600] You f**ing with the gang, I'll shoot your brain He say he BDK, so f** Insane These b**hes wanna f** just cause our name I'm D-Block, n***a, and that is the team It's been a lot of problems since the fame But I know that's just what comes with the game My n***as, them my n***as, they won't change This sh** won't make us different, we the same [Verse 1: Tay 600] I'm on Calumet posted with the 40 Moe, been doing sh** like that since we was shorties I don't need no f**ing vest, I got my 40 So when you see me on the Met, don't got no worries Smoking on that Jojo or that Tooka Riding in that four-door with bro Booka If he try me, he get smoked just like a hookah Yeah, he get smoked just like a hookah with my Ruger These n***as wanna be so f**ing famous He flexing, grab the Nina then he chainless This 30 on my hip'll leave him brainless We throw and wet him up just like it's raining I'm from Steve Drive, D-Block, Steve Drive Last n***a cracked the treys, got shot three times My n***as blowing Ks non-stop, keep firing 223s hit his face, man down, he dying Yeah, you claim you want war, n***a Catch you lacking at that store, n***a Trying to come up out that door, n***a Now we one up with a score n***a [Hook] [Verse 2: Cdai] Pull up on the Trey with the 8 Knock his f**ing teeth up off his face I won't wife a b**h, no I ain't got no main b**h, I'm Cdai 22, I do my thing 060, b**h, that be the gang Got this 30 on me, I ain't playing You can get it if you want it, I'm just saying Got this chopper and this K, it get to spraying n***as already know how we f**ing do it, b**h Shorty pull up on your a**, ask your a** what's to you, b**h Shorty got that 40, point that b**h at your medulla, b**h Rolly on my wrist, it got me icy like a cooling kit We do this sh**, we do this sh** 40 hit your noodle, knock the sauce up out your noodles quick You stupid b**h, you dumb f** Dumb f**, better duck [Hook]