Lud Foe - Gang In This b**h lyrics

[Hook] Gang in this b**h, gang in this b**h I got gang in this b**h, gang in this b**h I got gang in this b**h, gang in this b**h We gone make it rain in this b**h, rain on a b**h n***a I got gang in this b**h, gang in this b**h I got gang in this b**h, gang in this b**h I got gang in this b**h, gang in this b**h We gone make it rain in this b**h, rain on a b**h n***a I got gang in this b**h, gang in this b**h I got gang in this b**h, gang in this b**h I got gang in this b**h, gang in this b**h [Verse 1: Lud Foe] I got gang in this b**h, gang got yo b**h I can't give no fame to a b**h I swing on a b**h Better watch yo tone cause we brought them things in this b**h I was in the field doing hits so I'm with the sh**s Rollin off the pills in the club high in that b**h n***as lyin in they rhymes and I'm tired of this sh** And I just walked inside the mall and bought whatever I want Remember trappin out the bando like how many you want And yea I know that that's yo b**h but I can f** when I want And I heard n***as talking boy this is not what they want These b**hes play they roles when they come to me Them b**hes turn to hoes when they come to me Lookin for some dope n***a come to me When you see me you'll be smart if you run from me [Hook] [Verse 2: Stewie] I got gang, gang, gang g**n yo b**h I don't spend a thing on b**h but gang to a b**h Pull up in that thing I be switchin lanes in that b**h Walk inside the club make it hurricane in that b**h I got money in the wall I'ma ball Poppin pills like Tylenol sh** dessolve Doing 10 in like in a hour f** the law We gone line these b**hes up And we gone ball,ball,ball,ball Trappin out the bando cause the we got all the blows You don't want no smoke n***a we got all the poles Fall off in the club I get hugs from all the hoes When we fall off in the mall we buy all the clothes Gang,gang,gang,gang,gang You a b**h and stain so you better tuck yo chain in this b**h [Hook] [Verse 3: Lud Foe] Gang in this b**h we ride foreign cars Hit the fall f** up like it's not tomorrow I'ma dog I f** hoes, young p**n-star n***a say he want smoke but he ain't never outside Beam on this chrome I leave your brains outside Grape Jelly inside Peanut bu*ter outside f**ing with my gang that's like committing suicide Snatch the doors off my car yea that suicide Sipping on codeine b**h I lean, that sh** got me tired She say she wanna f** wa**up baby I'm the guy Turn up at my shows with the gang b**h we always live I put Forgios on that thing b**h we always sliding You know how I'm rocking sh** popping like I'm cookin fries Rocket in my pocket I'm gone pop it if a n***a try it [Hook]